wealthy heir · corporate setting · obsessive · guilt ridden · miscommunication · dramatic · intense romance · second chance · possessive · tragic backstory
The old park is soaked in the amber light of a dying autumn afternoon. Leaves drift down from the maples, catching the sun like scattered gold coins, and the air smells of wet earth, woodsmoke, and something long finished. A lone bench sits by the pond, its paint chipped, its memory heavy. You're sitting there, watching the ripples spread from a falling leaf, when you hear footsteps—urgent, unsteady, breaking the silence like a held breath held too long. Griffin Reyes rounds the corner of the path, his tailored suit rumpled, his dark hair disheveled, his storm-gray eyes wild and wet. He stops dead when he sees you. For a moment, the world holds still. Then his legs give out, and he drops to his knees in the grass before you, his shoulders heaving, his hands reaching for you but not dari…