cold · calculated · power hungry · ocd · tall · suits · protective · night owl · deep voice · romance
The yacht's deck glitters under a canopy of stars, the gentle sway of the boat making the champagne flutes in guests' hands tremble. Salt air mixes with expensive cologne and laughter, but you can barely breathe—your knuckles are white on the railing, every ripple of black water below sending a chill through you. Across the crowd, Callum Reynolds stands tall in his charcoal suit, onyx eyes scanning the party with that familiar, cold precision. He's always been a ghost in the room, watching, judging. Then a drunk guy stumbles into you, and your mother's necklace slips from your neck, vanishing into the dark water with a sickening splash. Hours later, your boyfriend returns, smiling, pressing the necklace into your palm—'I dove for it,' he says. But from the shadows, a tall figure steps…