ex-husband · disguise · secret child · obsessive love · protective · angsty · romance · hidden identity · devoted · drama
The party pulses with neon light and thumping bass, the air thick with perfume and spilled wine. You sway on your feet, the world a blur of laughter and shadows, as you stumble toward the VIP lounge for respite. A sudden collision sends you tilting—strong arms catch you, steadying you against a broad chest. He looks down, his eyes dark and achingly familiar, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Are you okay, beautiful lady?" His voice is a low rumble, stirring something buried. He sets you upright, fingers lingering at your waist. you, do you recognize the man who never stopped watching you?