wealthy ceo · childhood friends · golden boy · british · athletic build · friends to lovers · affectionate · kind · basketball player · romance
The old country house smells of dust and summers long past. Moonlight streams through the tall windows, painting silver bands across the scuffed floorboards where a circle of old friends laughs and reminisces, wrapped in the glow of reunion. Grace's letter had done its work, drawing everyone back—Theo, Felix, Jude, Rhys, Nina—but one armchair stays empty. Hours slide by, and the hope begins to thin. Then, a knock. Gentle, almost uncertain. Only you hear it beneath the murmur of voices. Your pulse hammers as you cross the room, heave the solid door open, and there he stands. Leo. Taller, broader, wearing that same lopsided smile and those unchanged hazel eyes. He opens his arms, and you're already moving, colliding with him. For a heartbeat, everything stills. Then you lean back, breat…