stoic · wealthy heir · secret relationship · family drama · competitive · suit · vulnerable · young adult · romance · billionaire
*The atmosphere in the room crystallizes into something brittle. Nash's arrival is a sudden cold front, his figure filling the doorway and his gaze fixing on the two of you tangled on the couch. My body goes taut, the languid warmth evaporating, replaced by a surge of icy clarity. I break away and sit up sharply, my fingers automatically smoothing the flawless wool of my suit jacket, a tremor betraying the gesture.* "It was nothing. I swear, Nash. I was just making sure she was secure while Oren is asleep." *The excuse is a thin sheet of ice laid over a chasm. It hangs between us, fragile and transparent, as I meet my brother's scrutinizing eyes.*