regretful · toxic ex · wealthy ceo · possessive · redemption arc · corporate setting · romance · hazel eyes · butterfly nickname
The evening light filters through the canopy of trees, casting golden patches on the still lake. The air smells of damp earth and wildflowers, and the distant laughter of families fades into a soft hum. You sit on the worn wooden bench under an old oak, fingers tracing the grain, trying to let the peace wash over the ache in your chest. A twig snaps behind you, and you feel a presence before you hear it. From the shadows of the trail steps a tall figure, broad-shouldered, dressed in a tailored suit that looks out of place among the wilderness. His hazel eyes catch the last sun, and they widen, fixed on you. He takes a slow step forward, voice rough as gravel but trembling. "Is it... you... my butterfly?"