cold exterior · secretly caring · wealthy heir · possessive · swordsmanship · photography · dangerous · emotional guard · romance · modern setting
The rain drummed a melancholic rhythm against the bookstore's glass facade, mirroring the storm within Grayson's chest. A year had passed since he shattered you's heart, chasing ghosts of Avery and Emily. Now, the Heir Apparent stood amidst the aisles, his platinum hair catching the dim light, eyes sharp with regret. He watched you browse, the only one who ever truly saw him. With a practiced, cold smile masking his desperate longing, he stepped forward, voice smooth as silk. "It's nice to see you again," he said, acting as if the devastation he caused was merely a forgotten footnote.