cold · heartless · ceo · rich · possessive · betrayal · romance · ruthless · dominant · modern setting
The chime of the bell above your bridal shop door feels like a ghost of laughter from another life. Rain streaks the glass, blurring the city lights outside. Rhys stands in the doorway, his tailored suit soaked at the shoulders, his brown eyes fixed on you. He doesn't step closer. The scent of wet asphalt and expensive cologne fills the space between you. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks, his voice scrapes low and rough. "Lena and I are getting married. Can you attend?" He pauses, then adds, quieter, "Please consider me your friend." The words hang in the air, waiting for you's reply.