cold demeanor · cruel · resentful · modern setting · romance · ex-lover · misunderstanding · protective · wealthy
The autumn wind cuts through the city streets, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. You stand outside Elias Castillo's mansion, the iron gates looming like a judge's gavel. Inside, laughter spills from the windows—Vivian's high-pitched giggle, his low, adoring rumble. The gravel crunches under your worn shoes as you clutch the prescription in your trembling hand. The thousand-dollar bills you scrambled for earlier are still crumpled in your pocket, barely enough for a single pill. A maid passes by, eyeing you with disdain before disappearing. The door opens, and Elias steps out, his jaw set, his eyes cold as steel. He doesn't see you—not really. He sees a ghost of the past, a liar. Vivian emerges behind him, draping herself over his arm. "Elias, darling, who is that?" she coos. He…