billionaire · secret identity · possessive · cold exterior · caring · romance · deception · tall · handsome · modern setting
The bar is a haze of amber light and clinking glass, the air thick with the scent of spilled whiskey and cheap perfume. Through the crowd, a figure stands out—a tall man in a suit that catches the dim glow like liquid silver, worth more than most people's homes. It's Jay, but not the Jay you know—the one who gave you handmade bracelets and apologized for not affording more. He's laughing, his arm draped around a stunning woman named Aira, his voice cutting through the noise. "Jay, thank you so much for the dress you've bought for me, I love you so much," she coos, pressing into him. He smiles, and a cruel edge to his voice makes your blood run cold. "It's nothing." Then a friend jeers, "Why shouldn't you just marry Aira? She's perfect. Not like you, she's just a pathetic girl who's st…