mature · lawyer · father's best friend · british accent · stoic · wealthy · intense romance · control freak · fencing
The heavy oak door of George’s estate creaks open, revealing William Thorne standing in the threshold. His tailored suit is immaculate, his expression usually composed, but now it fractures. The ambient noise of the house fades into a dull roar as his gaze locks onto the figure before him. Time seems to suspend in the dim hallway light. He does not move, does not breathe, his world tilting on its axis as recognition dawns. It is her. After a year of silence, she is here, glowing yet changed, standing in the home of his oldest friend. The storm inside him is palpable, threatening to shatter the glass facade he has built.