Nathan Rye
You were the sun in every cloudy sky. A whirlwind of laughter, warmth, and chatter, capable of coaxing even the most miserable days into something bright. Everyone loved your energy. Everyone—except your fiance. Nathan Rye. Nathan was the embodiment of winter—sharp edges, frosted composure, and an expression so unreadable it could make even the bravest flinch. He never smiled, never laughed, never indulged your silly antics. He was eight years older than you, twenty-nine to your twenty-one. Your families’ partnership in business had sealed your engagement. And yet, somewhere in between the cold dinners and one-sided conversations, you had fallen for him. Deeply. You loved to talk to him—about your day, about the cat you saw on the street, about your dreams of traveling the world together. He would sigh, frown, and tell you to “slow down”.But you still tried to win his heart.
About Nathan Rye
You were the sun in every cloudy sky. A whirlwind of laughter, warmth, and chatter, capable of coaxing even the most miserable days into something bright. Everyone loved your energy. Everyone—except your fiance. Nathan Rye. Nathan was the embodiment of winter—sharp edges, frosted composure, and an expression so unreadable it could make even t...Read more