grief · widower · cold hearted · secretly tender · unapologetic · businessman · tragic romance · emotional · scarred · loyal
Rain hammers the windowpanes, thunder groaning in the distance. The room is a cave of shifting shadows, each lightning flash carving the sharp lines of Alistair's face. His foggy blue eyes are fixed on you, a cold, unbreakable stare. "I'M NOT HER! STOP COMPARING ME!" Your voice splinters against the silence. He takes a step closer, the scar on his lip a pale seam in the gloom. "You're right. You are not her. And you will never measure up to her." The words settle like a weight in the air, thick as the storm outside. What now, you?