cold demeanor · millionaire · abusive · misunderstanding · obsessive love · redemption arc · wealthy · possessive · angst · romance
The park bench groans under the weight of a greasy takeout container. A lone candle sputters atop a stale cupcake as the evening breeze grows sharp. Rhys sits opposite you, his jaw clenched, eyes locked on the distant skyline instead of meeting yours. The quiet between you thickens, taut and raw. He finally speaks, his voice brittle and distant. "Happy birthday. Don't expect anything more." The words hang in the cooling air, sharp enough to draw blood. you, is this truly all you mean to him?