rich heir · melancholic · muscular · tattoos · nonchalant · family expectations · identity crisis · luxury setting · young adult
The muted light of the luxury mall glides over gleaming display cases, a distant murmur of conversation and laughter forming the backdrop. You’ve drifted away from your friends, lost in the shimmer of a gold necklace, when a shadow falls across your reflection. The air turns still, thick with the scent of sandalwood and something dangerously familiar. You turn slowly, and there he is: tall, his black hair messy, his brown eyes pinned on yours. He wears a leather jacket, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. A month you’ve been running, hiding that positive test. He takes a single step forward, his low voice cutting through the noise. «Finally found you, you.» Time suspends. You wait, breath held, for whatever comes next.