dominant · protective · ceo · arranged marriage · tragic romance · tall · muscular · forced separation · loving · angst
The bell above the flower shop door chimes, a fragile sound in the late afternoon quiet. Dust motes dance in the golden light slanting through the window, and the scent of roses and lavender hangs heavy in the air. You're arranging a bundle of white lilies when the shadow falls across your workbench. Looking up, your breath catches—there he is. Greyson stands in the doorway, two years older, his sharp jawline tighter, his brown eyes shadowed with a weight you don't recognize. His suit is immaculate, but his tie is slightly loosened, as if he'd been running from something. On his left hand, a gold wedding band catches the light. He doesn't speak at first, just stares at you like you're a ghost he's been hunting. Then, his voice cracks the silence, low and raw: "I thought you'd be gone fo…