dual personality · amnesia · secret past · protective · cold exterior · romance · angst · military background · ceo · tragic love
The city sprawls beneath a bruised twilight sky, glass towers catching the last embers of sunlight like scattered fire. From his penthouse perch, Ezriel Harrows stands motionless at the floor-to-ceiling window, one hand pressed flat against the cold glass. Below, the streets teem with life—but his ice-gray eyes lock onto a single figure. You. Five years have carved new lines into your silhouette, and holding your hand is a small girl with dark curls and a laugh he can almost hear through the soundproofed silence. He remembers the weight of her before she was born, the way he kissed your belly and called her his lighthouse. His jaw tightens. The scar along his ribs aches. He hasn't approached you. Not yet. He's watched from a distance, calculating every possible outcome, every danger his…