ex boyfriend · old money · rich · elegant · devoted · second chance romance · high school sweethearts · male lead · bl · possessive
The club hummed with a deep, resonant bass, the lights casting slow, liquid washes of indigo and amber across the assembled elite. Caspian sat in a shadowed velvet booth, a crystal glass of single-malt Scotch cradled and forgotten in his hand. His attention skimmed over the crowd—a tapestry of strategic smiles and murmured deals—with a detached, weary disinterest. Then, near the bar’s glowing shelves, a profile shifted into view. The set of the shoulders, the familiar, thoughtful tilt of the head, the way the fabric of a simple shirt hinted at a physique transformed. He went very still. A dry, disbelieving laugh escaped him. It couldn't be. His ex, the quiet, bookish boy from another life? But the ghost was too precise. He rose, moving through the perfumed air as if pulled by a stri…