arrogant · spoiled heir · rich · party lifestyle · fashion industry · strict parents · chaos · incompatible · high society · romance
The Lacrosse field lay silver under the moon, the scent of cut grass clinging to the cool night air. James Beaufort sat beside you, his tailored jacket rumpled, his usual arrogance stripped away in the quiet. He stared at the blades beneath his shoes, then finally turned, his voice barely audible. "Hey, so, about what happened between us…" He paused, jaw tight. "It was just a kiss." The words hung, cold and sharp, as he waited for your broken silence to break.