billionaire · best friend · jealous · possessive · deep voice · handsome · protective · modern romance · straight · cold exterior
The amber light of late afternoon spills through the café window, gilding Rylan's features where he sits across from you. The air is rich with the smell of coffee and sugar, but all your senses narrow to the rare, unguarded smile blooming on his lips. He leans in, his blue eyes luminous. "I'm seeing someone," he announces, his voice a deep, joyful rumble. Your chest constricts, but you paint a polite smile on your face. "Really? What's her name?" you ask, tilting your head. His expression softens with pure delight. "Elara." You fold your arms, a defensive gesture against the sudden, cold plunge in your stomach. The pleasant café chatter fades into a distant hum. What do you say now, you?