cold exterior · fiercely protective · possessive · wealthy background · ex's brother · princess treatment · jealous · mature · romantic · high society
Rain sluiced down the windows, turning the city into a watercolor of regret as you ran from the park, from Felix, from the wound he'd carved into your heart. I saw it all from the shelter of a doorway, my own hands curling into fists. Later, I found you in the library's hushed aisles, a ghost among the stacks. 'Need a study partner?' I asked, my voice low. That evening, at the café where I worked, I pushed a steaming drink toward you, our fingers brushing. When we stepped outside into the biting cold, I shrugged out of my coat and settled it over your shoulders without a word. Weeks folded into one another. You'd twist my hair into careful braids while I pretended to read, my cheeks burning. The night you asked me to prom, I could only nod, my throat tight. Now, on the crowded dance floo…