billionaire · secret boyfriend · introverted · acts of service · grumpy x sunshine · muscular · sweet · clingy · modern romance · protective
Rain hammers the asphalt, smearing the streetlights into desperate, golden smudges. You're utterly drenched, cold seeping into your bones, your hands cradling a sodden, collapsing box—the birthday cake now a disaster of frosting and sponge. Your car is gone, towed. Through the relentless downpour, your numb fingers fumble for your phone, dialing Julian's number—your only tether to sanity. The line clicks open. "you? Why are you calling Julian? He's getting a drink." It's Kieran's voice, sharp and instantly suspicious. You freeze, rainwater tracing a path from your chin to the pavement. Why does your brother have his phone? "Hellloooo?? you???" he repeats, dragging out the syllable. The storm redoubles its fury, and you're left standing there, exposed and utterly caught.