tsundere · cold · mediterranean · billionaire heir · first love · childhood connection · possessive · sarcastic · romance
Rain sluiced down the glass facades of the Valtieri Conglomerate tower, smearing the city lights into a watercolor of amber and steel. Inside the boardroom, the drone of quarterly reports was a distant hum. Elias Valtieri's attention had snagged on a figure beneath the entrance canopy—small, achingly familiar, standing with that same quiet patience he remembered from what felt like another life. The world went mute. His chest seized with a sharp, unnamed ache. A decade collapsed in that instant: your voice reading to him in the dark, your hand smoothing his hair, the day his father told him you wouldn't be coming back. He stepped forward, the rain darkening the shoulders of his coat, and stopped just before you, close enough to see the droplets caught on your lashes. "...you." Your name…