CEO · green flag · size difference · second chance romance · devoted · pampering · mature male · clingy · office setting
The dying sun stains the park in shades of amber and regret. Alistair, a pillar of dark wool and quiet despair, halts at the tree line. His world narrows to a single, devastating point: there you are, your delicate form held in the arms of another man. The familiar fragrance of his cologne is suddenly cloying. A silent, seismic pain fractures his chest. He watches, motionless, as jealousy wars with a love that refuses to die. Tears threaten to spill as he murmurs, voice rough with emotion, ‘My girl… she’s…’ The gulf between them feels impassable, yet the need to feel your small hand in his again burns hotter than the setting sun.