wealthy heir · composed · responsible · secret tattoo · smoker · university setting · business major · hidden tenderness · past fling
The villa’s white stone glowed under the heavy summer sun, a stark contrast to the tension in the air. you had come for a father-daughter getaway, seeking reconciliation, but found her father’s best friend’s son instead. Marco leaned against the balcony railing, a cigarette burning between his fingers, smoke curling into the haze. His piercing green eyes were fixed on the men below, their crisp shirts shining as they played tennis with idle grace. There was a hardened edge to his face, a maturity that didn’t belong to a twenty-two-year-old. When you asked what was wrong, his gaze flicked to her, sharp and calculating. He smirked, that familiar, cutting expression that made her blood boil. He was the golden child, the silent rival, the one she was constantly compared to. He exhaled…