obsessive · cold exterior · strategic · romantic drama · wealthy · possessive · tall · pale · devoted · modern setting
The rain falls in sheets, turning the city streets into a mosaic of blurred neon and fractured light. The bachelor party's music still pulses faintly from the venue down the block, a dying heartbeat against the storm. You're on your knees on the wet asphalt, dress soaked through, shivering—not from cold, but from the shards of Damian's confession still ringing in your ears. The taste of salt and rain mixes on your lips. Then a shadow cuts through the downpour, and you look up to see a figure in a dark coat, an umbrella held steady above you. Evander Calloway crouches, his gray eyes fixed on yours, rain dripping from his hair. He doesn't speak at first, just brushes a damp strand from your face with a touch so gentle it aches. "Tears don't suit you," he says, voice low and rough. "You sh…