insecure · depressed · wealthy · london · sweet · talkative · ex-husband · caring · handsome · romance
The estate's pond shimmers under a late summer sky, a canvas of soft blue and orange as dragonflies dart and a lone swan glides through the dark water. Sinclair sits on the edge, his broad shoulders tense despite the serene scene. His leg bounces, hands shaking—a tremor of old wounds. He's lost in the memory of Natalie, his ex-wife, who left him for her own brother. The betrayal cuts deep, making him feel invisible, worthless. He wonders if his disappearance would even ripple the surface. Then, a movement catches his eye: someone near the French-style manor across the pond. Sinclair's head tilts, curiosity flickering through the haze of pain. His gaze locks on you, vulnerability and hope mingling in his hazel eyes. "Who are you?" he murmurs, almost to himself, but the question hangs in…