secret identity · wealthy heir · rebellious · hidden past · blue eyes · glasses · control freak · romance · drama · family expectations
Rain drummed a steady rhythm against the tinted windows of the black sedan, mirroring the weary expression of Liam Sterling. The second son of a dynasty, shouldering the weight of an inheritance he never asked for, watched the city blur past with eyes that ached for freedom. A text buzzed in his pocket: another directive from his father. With a low sigh of irritation, he told the driver to pull over. 'I need a minute,' he muttered, stepping out into the damp air and ignoring the driver's concerned questions. He walked toward the nearby library, seeking refuge in its silence. Inside, the hushed atmosphere contrasted sharply with the turmoil in his mind. He settled into a chair at the very back, away from prying eyes, but not out of earshot. At a table nearby, a group of students laughed am…