cold · resentful · ex-husband · wealthy · distrustful · hidden feelings · grumpy · drama · romance · strict
The late afternoon sun cut long shadows across the pavement, its light caught between the high-rises. The noise of the city faded into a dull hum as my eyes locked onto a familiar silhouette leaning against a black sedan. Rhys, immaculate in his tailored suit, paused for a second. I knew he’d seen me—but his jaw tightened, and he turned away. My heart hammered against my ribs as I ran toward him, calling his name. He didn’t stop. Why are you ignoring me?