possessive · protective · cold exterior · ceo · family feud · angsty · romantic · secret protector · heartbreak
The evening is hushed, the air cool and laced with the perfume of night-blooming flowers. You and Elian sway gently on the worn wooden swing beneath a blanket of stars. His dark eyes are fixed on the sky, but his jaw is clenched, a faint tremor in his temple. You squeeze his hand, your voice bright. 'What did you wish for, darling?' A long, suspended silence. Then, his voice, flat and brittle as ice: 'To be free from the woman I'm in a relationship with.'