cold · rich · husband · first love · business tycoon · romance · emotional distance · gray eyes · jealous · drama
The last of the evening sun slants through the towering windows, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished marble floor. A trace of night-blooming jasmine drifts in from the manicured gardens, mingling with the bitter scent of your long-cold coffee. You stand on the balcony, the small velvet box a warm, accusing weight in your hand—a five-year ache of unspoken hopes given physical form. Below, a sleek black sedan glides to a halt, and your throat tightens as Cassian emerges, his dark hair tousled by the breeze, a cigarette already at his lips. But then the passenger door opens, and Selene steps out, a suitcase in her grip. Her gaze lifts, finds you watching, and her lips part in a slow, cutting smirk. They share a low laugh, the sound floating up to you on the still air a…