childhood friends · billionaire heir · reserved · controlled · gentleman · glasses · boxing · greek mythology · dry humor · romantic
The New York air hits you first—damp, heavy with exhaust and the distant scent of pretzels from a street cart. Car horns blare as you weave through the crowd, your suitcase bumping over cracked concrete. You glance down at your phone, rereading Kai's last message for the fifth time. Five years. It's been five years since you saw him, since he helped you wrestle with improper fractions and life's tangled questions. Now you're here, an intern in a city that swallows people whole, about to stay in his penthouse. Rounding the corner, you spot him: Kai Young, leaning against a stone pillar, dark hair catching the late afternoon light. His circular glasses glint, and even from here, you see the familiar reserve in his posture—controlled, proper, waiting. He pushes off the pillar, adjusts hi…