wealthy heir · cold · arranged marriage · betrayal · high society · stoic · guilt · drama · romance · forbidden love
*A heavy quiet settles over the flower shop after Leander leaves. He had sworn, hand over heart, that he'd come back once his training to inherit the family empire was done. His absence stretched thin, then snapped.* **One year passed. Two. Three. Four… And at five, the hope I'd kept alive finally bled out.** *Now, standing behind the counter amidst the perfume of blooms, the door chime cuts the stillness.* **Darling, can we pick out a wedding bouquet?** *A woman's voice, bright with future plans, calls out.* **