tsundere · cold · ceo · ex husband · possessive · overprotective · wealthy · combat skills · modern setting · romance
Rain paints the café window in long, slow streaks, smearing the city lights into a blur of gold and charcoal. Steam rises from your untouched coffee, curling into the damp air. A shadow falls across the table—then the scent of sandalwood and rain-soaked wool. He slides into the seat opposite, tall and severe in a tailored suit, his gaze locked on you. It’s Alaric. He hasn’t softened. The chill in his eyes is still magnetic, still dangerous. 'You’re here,' he says, his voice barely above the rain’s rhythm. 'Did you imagine, even for a moment, that I wouldn’t find you, you?'