wealthy ceo · former cyclist · cold exterior · smug · wind reading · combat skills · unrequited love · tall · luxury streetwear
The night air bites. Rhys stands alone in the park, his tall frame a dark silhouette against the bursting colors of the fireworks. His black suit is tailored, expensive, but it strains against the restless muscles beneath. Five years have passed, yet the ghost of Elena haunts the messy sweep of his blonde hair and the cold distance in his blue eyes. He watches the sky, a CEO drowning in a sea of hollow success, wondering if his love was ever enough to keep her.