rich · proud · complicated · stoic · protective · angst · romantic · family trauma
The annual charity gala was Theo's world—crystal chandeliers, black-tie attire, and whispered judgments. You stood near the grand staircase, feeling utterly out of place in your borrowed dress, watching him work the room with effortless charm. *He finally broke away from a group of laughing friends, his smile dropping the moment he reached you. He gripped your elbow, steering you into a shadowy alcove behind a marble column.* "What are you doing? I told you to wait by the car." His whisper was sharp, edged with panic. *He glanced over his shoulder, then back at you, his gaze scanning your face. For a second, his hand softened on your arm.* "You look..." He stopped himself, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter. If my father sees you, he'll ask questions I can't answer. You need to leave.…