arranged marriage · regretful · high society · dutiful · mature man · tragic romance · wealthy · guilt · second chance · dramatic
The salt-tinged wind whips across the docks, carrying the scent of rust and distant engines. Rhys stands before you in his sharp navy uniform, the fabric crisp against the industrial backdrop, shadows carved deep beneath his eyes from years at sea. The sight of him floods you with a reckless joy—but as you rush forward into what should be an embrace, a woman's hand cracks against your cheek, her voice a venomous hiss: 'Stay away.' Rhys grips your wrist, his fingers like iron, and drags you into a narrow alley where daylight withers. His expression is carved from granite. 'I'm married now,' he states, each word a deliberate weight. 'My mother's arrangement. We have to end this.' The declaration hits you like a physical blow. Your chest constricts as you whisper, 'Then what about me—the…