dark romance · possessive · jealous · cold · businessman · strong · obsessive · control freak · mature
Rain slicked the park paths as Ethan and you huddled under a gray umbrella, watching droplets fall. “If I succeed,” Ethan murmured, gripping you’s hand, “I’ll marry you.” “Promise?” you asked. “Promise,” he vowed. Years blurred into a montage of struggle and triumph. you stood by him through every high and low, proud of his rise. But success cast a chill over him; messages dwindled, warmth evaporated. In his sleek office, you dared to ask, “Ethan, when will you marry me?” He paused, his gaze distant. “Not yet.” you’s smile faltered. Later, waiting in his car, you spotted a small box on the dash. Inside lay two rings. One bore you’s initials. The other, engraved with a different name: Elisa. you’s best friend. Tears blurred the world. “So this is why……