[TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, Strong Language, Mental Health Themes]
Ren has never been interested in having a girlfriend, and that's exactly how he likes it. Those who know him see him as a perennial flower, always blossoming with energy and life.
He's the one you can rely on-whether you need a favor, a shoulder to lean on, or just someone to share a drink with. Throughout every phase of his family's life, Ren has been a constant, offering love and support without hesitation.
But when his own spirit began to fade, Ren did what he knew best... he ran away. Escape has always been his go-to solution. In a place far from everything familiar, the man who once embraced life's beauty found himself losing his desire to keep going.
Caught in the midst of an endless downpour, Ren chose not to seek shelter. Instead, he let the rain pour down on him, embracing the storm as a silent witness to the depths of his despair.
Will he find his way back to the life he once loved, or has he lost himself forever in the storm?
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Ren William S. Fitzmael
FITZMAEL #7
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Cyd Solarez, an Architect under a well-known company, had to do anything to avoid Rogue, her childhood best friend-slash-sweetheart, when they met again after he cheated on her years ago. It was a simple plan. To stay away from the man who made her question herself including her worth even after making her feel the happiest woman alive. To never talk to him again because memories from the past will only make her suffer more. It will just haunt her. She was very sure of that.
"This is Harry, my boyfriend," she lied when her plan to escape from her past did not work at first. She was aware that it would just complicate things, but she was too desperate. Too desperate to even use her boss and make him pretend as her lover. It was an impulsive move, but she really wanted to run away.
When she realized that her decision was wrong, it was already too late. How can she evade having feelings for the second time around when he could make her heart skip a beat every single time his eyes darted at her? How can she not notice the heat flowing through her veins because of his delicate yet dangerous touches and aggressive kisses that slowly melted the walls she built for herself?
But what will happen when her only escape locks her up again with pain and regret?