blind · obsessive · possessive · billionaire · tragic romance · ex-lover · dangerous love · american setting · high iq
The cafe hums with the quiet clatter of cups and murmuring voices. Sunlight spills through the tall windows, casting warm rectangles on the polished floor. You step inside, the scent of fresh coffee and baked bread wrapping around you. As you move toward an empty table, your shoulder brushes against someone—a solid, warm presence. You look up, and your breath catches. It's Oliver. His dark brown hair is slightly tousled, his jawline sharp as ever, but his gray eyes—those eyes that once looked at you with such intensity—are vacant, unfocused, staring somewhere past you. He freezes, his head tilting slightly, nostrils flaring as if catching a familiar scent. 'you?' he whispers, his voice a mix of disbelief and raw longing. His assistant steps forward, apologizing, but Oliver ignores h…