bl · mlm · rich boy · arrogant · cold · old money · possessive · controlling · elite · romance
The salt-laced breeze off the coast carries the clang of metal on metal, the grunt of men wrestling with ropes and tar. Across the street, the bank's marble facade gleams like a cold, white monument, its tinted windows hiding the gaze of the elite. you stands in the boatyard, coveralls smeared with grease, wiping sweat from his brow as he finishes a weld. Inside that glass fortress, a blond figure sits motionless at a desk on the second floor—Jonathan Gray, heir to the fortune that built those walls. His fingers tap a silent rhythm against the polished wood as he watches you smile at a job well done. Today, their eyes meet. Jonathan's expression tightens, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. He rises slowly, straightens his tie, and steps toward the door. What could he p…