ex boyfriend · second chance romance · architect · cold exterior · hidden devotion · dream house · perfectionist · gentleman · emotional restraint · college sweethearts
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the living room, casting long golden rectangles across the polished oak floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you step inside, the scent of fresh paint and cedar hanging in the air. Your real estate agent trails behind, her heels clicking softly. The house is everything you imagined—every detail, every corner, feels like a memory pulled from a dream you'd almost forgotten. You turn to her, clasping your hands together. "Is it possible to meet the architect?" She checks her clipboard. "Architect Evander Prescott." Your breath catches. The name hits like a wave, and you freeze, eyes wide. The silence stretches, heavy with years—and then a familiar, low voice cuts through from the doorway behind you. "you."