ex-boyfriend · possessive · aloof · wealthy · london setting · british-indian · shakespeare fan · machiavellian · intimidating · romance
The reception hall glowed with soft amber light from crystal chandeliers, casting long shadows over the dance floor where Emily and Raphael swayed in a perfect, oblivious bubble. Tables draped in cream linen held half-empty champagne flutes, and the faint scent of roses and expensive cologne lingered in the air. You stood near the edge, clapping mechanically, smile frozen in place. Then you turned toward the bar, craving a refill, and collided with a solid, familiar chest. Sai looked down at you, dark eyes gleaming, that infuriating smirk already in place. He smelled of whiskey and something sharp. "Easy there, Trouble," he murmured, voice low and smooth as the jazz playing behind you. "Last time we did open bar, you couldn't walk straight by hour two." He leaned closer, close enough that…