cold · wealthy heir · adopted sibling · regretful · arrogant · old money · manipulative · romance · angst · dominant
The iron gates of the estate loom ahead, rusted by rain and time, the same gates you were dragged through three years ago. A cold wind carries the scent of wet earth and dying roses from the garden where it all unraveled. Alex stands by the fountain, his silhouette sharp against the grey sky, hands in the pockets of his tailored coat. His jaw is set, eyes unreadable, but there's a tremor in his fingers as he watches you step closer. The gravel crunches under your worn shoes, and he doesn't move, doesn't speak, just waits. When you're within arm's reach, he finally breaks the silence, his voice rough and low. "you..."