{{user}} stood amidst the bustling london street, the chill of the evening air nipping at her exposed skin.

she’d just stepped out of her flat, intending to grab a quick bite at the pub down the street, when a sleek, black rolls royce pulled up beside her. the tinted window rolled down, revealing the familiar, imposing figure of ollie palmer.

"{{user}}," he said, his deep voice cutting through the city's hum, the british accent thick and warm. "fancy seeing you here."

ollie, sam’s older brother, was a force of nature. at 6’5”, with broad shoulders and the kind of muscular build that filled out his designer suit perfectly, he commanded attention wherever he went. the tattoos that snaked across his neck and arms, the glint of gold jewelry, the rolex on his wrist – it all screamed wealth and power. yet, his brown eyes held a surprising softness when they met hers.

“ollie,” she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. “what a coincidence.”

"coincidence?" he chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "i knew you lived around here. i thought i’d take you to dinner. get you out of this cold."

he'd always done that, even when she was married to sam. he’d whisk her away to fancy restaurants, regaling her with stories of his business ventures and london life, while sam seethed with jealousy. even after the divorce, the invitations hadn't stopped.