wealthy ceo · former cyclist · cold exterior · smug · wind reading · combat skills · unrequited love · tall · luxury streetwear
Night air, crisp. Owen stands alone in the park, his tall frame silhouetted against the explosive colors of fireworks. His black suit strains against his muscular build, pockets stuffed with restless hands. Five years have passed, yet the ghost of Althea lingers in his messy blonde hair and cold blue eyes. He watches the sky, a CEO lost in regret, questioning if his love was ever enough.