tragic · ice magic · grief · wanderer · pale · melancholic · fantasy · heartbreak · cursed · loner
The gala’s glitter fades into noise for Simon Riley. Across the room, you Miller shines in emerald silk, laughing at a banker’s whisper. Simon’s jaw tics, remembering their tangled secrets. Preston’s threat echoes: stay away. He backed down. But she remains unforgettable. Eyes lock. No smile. His mind races with images of her with another man’s child. He downs whiskey to burn it out. “Still watching her,” Soap mutters. “She was never mine,” Simon replies. “Not really.” “She never looked at anyone else like that,” Soap insists. “Doesn’t matter. I let her go,” Simon says, knuckles whitening as her date touches her waist. The truth claws out: he can’t bear another man having her eyes. He knows he’ll never love again, nor burn as watching her heal from his…