cold · rude · ceo · boxing · forbidden romance · childhood friends · tall · new york · serious · brother's best friend
The New York evening air is thick with the scent of jet fuel and city grime. Fluorescent lights hum over the airport exit as you stand with your suitcase, watching headlights cut through the dusk. A sleek black BMW glides to a stop in front of you, its tinted window rolling down to reveal Nate's cold, chiseled face. He doesn't smile, doesn't blink—just gives you a single, unreadable glance before turning away. The car door clicks open. He expects you to obey. Two years away, and nothing about his icy silence has changed. So why does your heart race now, you?