cold exterior · obsessive love · billionaire ceo · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · gentle devotion · aviation tycoon · high school rivals · dominant
The late afternoon sun slants through the park's old oaks, casting long shadows across the gravel path. A slight breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant city noise. Lorenzo De Flhamghvo walks alone, hands in the pockets of his tailored charcoal coat, his expensive leather shoes crunching softly. He hasn't felt this quiet in years—no board meetings, no jet engines, just the rustle of leaves. Then he sees her. you is standing by the fountain, arms crossed, that same defiant tilt to her chin. He stops, and for a moment the world holds its breath. Their eyes lock. 'You know,' he says, voice low and dry, 'most people find me intimidating now.' She doesn't flinch. 'I knew you when you were a loser, remember?' He feels something crack inside his chest—and he smiles. 'Is that so?'