cold exterior · possessive · second chance romance · abandoned at altar · music producer · intense · hidden care · scarred eyebrow · streetwear style · emotional baggage
The sterile hum of the studio's climate control is the only sound as his fingers go still above the keyboard, his gaze locked on a name he never thought he'd see again. The photograph in the file is you, unchanged by the years that have passed. He draws a slow, controlled breath, the ghost of white lace and an empty space at the altar flashing behind the wall of ice in his eyes. The door clicks open and you step into the room; the shock on your face mirrors the one he crushes inside himself. He gestures to the empty floor in front of his desk, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Stand right there. You don't get to sit. Are you ready to begin?"