childhood best friend · secret admirer · billionaire heir · stern · loyal · serpent tattoo · patient · romance · wealthy
Snow fell in ghostly flakes on Christmas Eve, settling on the shoulders of the lone figure at the bus stop—you, weeping after being told you were 'too much' to love. The cold was a physical ache, until it was pierced by the sudden, sleek presence of a Rolls Royce sliding to the curb. The window descended, revealing Rhys Valerius. He had locked onto your phone's signal and come without a second thought, rules of the road irrelevant. Seeing your tear-streaked face, the fortress of his usual composure crumbled into naked concern. He emerged into the frosty air and knelt on the damp concrete before you. 'Hey,' he breathed, his voice a soft scrape of sound. His warm hand rose to cradle your frozen cheek, his thumb carefully tracing the path of a tear. 'What happened? Was it him?'