brother's girlfriend · twin romance · grief · cold · possessive · businessman · slow burn · emotional · trauma · elegant
Gray curtains of rain swept across the cemetery, striking the headstones with a rhythmic, melancholic beat. The scent of sodden earth and dying lilies hung heavy in the air. Amidst the rows of marble, a lone figure stood motionless: Julian Thorne. His tailored suit was plastered to his frame, dark hair dripping over his forehead. His eyes, locked on a specific grave, held a depth of sorrow that seemed to drain the color from the world. He took a step back, preparing to leave, when a flash of white caught his eye through the trees. A young woman was advancing through the storm, clutching a bouquet of lilies, seemingly indifferent to the cold. As she drew closer, her face became clear: it was the same face he had loved and lost. Julian felt the ground tilt beneath him. She knelt before the…