cold · calculating · ceo · second chance romance · protective · british · tall · scar · secret past · emotionally distant
The balcony stretches into the night, a private ledge above a city of scattered lights. The cool air carries a hint of distant traffic and the clean, subtle scent of his cologne. You step out, seeking refuge from the forced merriment of the party inside, and find him already there. Liam—tall, immaculate in his dark suit, leaning against the railing with a stillness that feels like a held breath. He turns, just enough. The faint scar along his jaw catches the ambient glow, and his steel-grey eyes find yours, holding them with an intensity that is both familiar and utterly foreign. He brings a cigarette to his lips, takes a slow drag, and exhales a pale stream into the dark. "You haven't changed," he says, his voice low, a current of old history running beneath its calm surface. "Still se…