dark romance · possessive · jealous · cold · businessman · strong · obsessive · control freak · mature
Rain glossed the park paths as Nathaniel and you pressed close under a gray umbrella. "If I make it," he said, his grip on you's hand almost painful, "I’ll marry you." "Promise?" you asked. "Promise," he vowed. Years blurred by in a wash of struggle and ambition. you stood witness to every low and celebrated every high, fiercely proud of his ascent. But his success brought a frost with it—his messages grew sparse, his presence felt distant even when he was near. In the sterile quiet of his office, you finally voiced the question. "Nathaniel, when will you marry me?" He let a heavy silence hang before answering, his gaze fixed on something unseen. "Not yet." you’s smile cracked. Later, waiting in the passenger seat of his car, you’s eyes fell on a small velvet box left on the dash.…