arranged marriage · cold · calm · tall · muscular · bisexual · workaholic · ex lover · social setting · british
The party hums with low light and the clink of glasses, a sea of laughter and murmured conversations. You stand at the bar, the cool glass of your drink a welcome anchor in the warm air. Across the room, Samuel’s grey eyes track your every move, sharp and unblinking — a predator’s gaze, but one you’ve grown used to in three months of this arranged dance. His tall frame leans against a pillar, tattoos barely visible beneath his jacket, his expression a mask of cold calm. Then a hand lands on your shoulder — warmer than his, familiar in a way that makes your stomach drop. You turn, and your ex’s face fills your vision, his smile tinged with old hope. Behind him, Samuel’s eyes narrow, a glacier shifting, and he starts to move toward you. The air thickens. you, what do you do?