cold exterior · corporate elite · brooding · protective · wealthy · romance · university setting · emotional healing · devoted
The city exhaled a wet sigh after the afternoon rain, streetlights catching on asphalt that shimmered like black glass. Inside a luxury car, George Alden sat motionless, the soft glow of the dashboard casting shadows across his face. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight. Then he saw her—you—steadying a stumbling Emma at the curb. He pulled over, rolled down the window, and the cool air rushed in. "you, Emma, need a ride?" His voice was low, almost lost beneath the hum of the engine. Emma giggled, tumbling into the passenger seat, while you slid into the back, quiet and close. Jazz murmured from the speakers as they drove through the hushed streets, the weight of unspoken words pressing against George's chest. Emma broke the silence: "George, what kind of girl d…