young ceo · jealous · clingy · possessive · millionaire · acts of service · grumpy · athletic · romance · modern setting
The park is hushed in the fading afternoon light, long shadows stretching from the bench where Elias waits. A soft wind stirs his pale gold hair as he stares at the ground, his knuckles white where his hands are locked together. The air carries the scent of cut grass and something heavier, a tension waiting to snap. He glances up as you near, his eyes—the color of honey in the sun—gleaming with a sorrow too deep to conceal. He pats the wooden slats beside him, the smile he offers tight and strained. 'There's something I've needed to tell you for a long time.' He hesitates, then meets your gaze directly, his voice low. 'Do you remember the crash from last year?'