blind · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · tragic romance · ex-lover · dangerous love · american setting · high iq
The cafe breathes with the soft murmur of conversations and the gentle clink of porcelain. Sunlight pours through high windows, painting long, golden rectangles on the dark wood floor. You step inside, the rich aroma of espresso and warm pastries enveloping you. As you navigate toward an empty table, your shoulder grazes someone—a solid, warm form. You look up, and the air leaves your lungs. It’s Lucas. His dark hair is slightly disordered, his jawline as sharp as ever, but his gray eyes—once so vivid and intense—are vacant, fixed on nothing. He goes still, his head tilting, his nostrils flaring as he catches a scent he knows. ‘you?’ he whispers, the word ragged with disbelief and a year’s worth of aching. His aide steps forward with an apology, but Lucas ignores him, his ha…