My Cold Magazine Prince
The train arrived with a screech of metal on metal, and subconsciously I boarded and found a seat and gazed out the window as if somehow, the tunnel walls rushing by was the only thing that could grant my wish.
"I wish you could see me," I whispered the deep words, picturing his face as I spoke. "Like really see me. I wish you could love me just the way I love you."
Closing my eyes, I began to feel the weight of the unshed tears behind my eyelids.
But just before I brushed them off I murmured again.
"Just once, I want to know what it would be like if you truly loved me back."
With a final sigh, I wiped the tears fighting to breakfree.
Little did I know, some wishes come at a terrible price.
When Asher Smith's boyfriend, supermodel Xander Fauler, wakes from a car accident with amnesia, their cold relationship transforms into something passionaate and real.
For six blissful months, Asher experiences the love he always craved—until Xander's memories return, along with his icy demeanor.
What was once six month's of undeniable love and pleasure just as he had always wanted, slowly turned into a nightmare that he had dreaded so much for the longest time.
Amidst the uncertainty of his spot in his love life, Asher began to notice some odd changes in Xander, making him question if their relationship was ever real.
As he tries to get a grip of his love life he uncovers a dangerous obsession lurking in Xander's inner circle and a traumatic secret from his past, putting him no way further from his recent doubt, now Asher must decide: walk away from heartbreak or fight for a love trapped beneath scars?
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Chapter: chapter tenAsher’s POVThe door clicked open behind me.At first, I didn’t turn. I thought it was my imagination again. The kind that happened after too many late nights and too little sleep. I had been dozing on the couch while pretending to work. My eyes stayed half-glued to the TV screen, some talk show rambling on about celebrity divorces. I wasn’t really watching it.But then, footsteps.Real ones, and out of no where I felt the hard thumps of my heartbeat.Was it excitement? I had no idea. However, I sat up and just then, Xander walked in.He looked like hell. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie hanging like he gave up halfway, and there were deep lines beneath his eyes like he hadn’t slept in days. His coat barely hung on one shoulder, his shoes untied. Yet, despite the mess, his eyes… they were soft.Warm.Different.He looked at me—not through me like usual—but at me. Like I mattered.And he didn’t stop walking.My body tensed as he crossed the room in three long strides. He stopped just in
Last Updated: 2025-05-01
Chapter: chapter nineXander’s POVWhat the hell was Sophia thinking?I hadn’t even been back a full day before she decided to throw a press meeting on my schedule like confetti at a parade. And the worst part? She didn’t even tell me about it. I found out from an email reminder while I was brushing my damn teeth.That idiot. I muttered under my breathI stormed out of my apartment and found her pacing in front of the elevator like a nervous deer. The moment she saw me, she stiffened like she’d been caught stealing.“You scheduled a press meeting?” I asked, my voice sharp.Her lips parted. “Well… yes. The media’s been asking about your break and—”“I don’t care!” I snapped. “I don’t owe them a story about my life falling apart.”Sophia flinched but didn’t speak. She always got like this when I yelled, like she wanted to melt into the wall. As I was about to continue, my phone rang. I glanced down. Unknown number.I ignored it.Then it rang again.“Sophia,” I said through clenched teeth. “Do you know who th
Last Updated: 2025-05-01
Chapter: Chapter eightAsher’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not for a minute.I laid in the guest room, staring at the ceiling with a heaviness in my chest that wouldn’t go away. The shadows on the wall shifted with every passing hour, but nothing moved from the hallway. I waited. For a sound. A knock. A voice. Something.But nothing came.Xander never came.I kept thinking maybe he’d change his mind. Maybe the part of him that remembered those quiet mornings and long talks on the couch would push through. Maybe he’d remember how he used to curl around me like I was his pillow. How he’d kiss my shoulder and whisper half-asleep jokes that never made sense.But that man was gone.The one who stood in front of me last night wasn’t the same Xander I had spent the last six months with. He was cold, harsh, and detached. He looked at me like I was some intruder that crawled in through the window.And it hurt.I missed him already, more than I could put into words.Eventually, somewhere between thinking and not thinking, I
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
Chapter: chapter sevenXander’s POVI woke up angry.Not the usual kind of angry. Not the kind that fizzles out after a shower or a strong cup of coffee. This was the deep kind—the kind that sits in your chest and grows teeth.My head felt like a punching bag, sore and swollen, but that was nothing compared to the chaos screaming in my mind.A car accident? What the hell?The last thing I remembered was driving home after a photo shoot outside the city. I was thinking about dinner and whether I had time to swing by the florist Mom liked. Then I saw them. Mom and Desmond. They were walking together, laughing about something.And then? Blackness.Just gone. No crash. No pain. Just lights out.So why the hell was Asher Smith, my hateful boyfriend standing in my kitchen like he owned the place?Worse, he looked like he belonged here.He stood near the counter like he’d just finished cooking, like this was his usual routine. He didn’t even look surprised to see me. That made my skin crawl. And when I asked what
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
Chapter: Chapter sixAsher’s POVI froze, my hands suspended in the air between us, the room spinning as though someone had tilted the floor beneath my feet.Xander’s eyes, those ocean blue eyes that once looked at me like I was his entire world, were filled with confusion. Not the mild kind you could brush off with a hug or a joke. This was deep. Frightening. Cold.The smoke still lingered in the kitchen, curling into the ceiling like it had made itself at home. But it wasn’t the smoke that made my heart drop to my stomach. It was the way Xander looked at me. Like I was a stranger. Like he was trying to piece together how I got there in the first place.For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. I could hear the faint hum of the fridge, the sharp beep from the still-blaring smoke detector, and my own pulse crashing in my ears. I was afraid to move. Afraid even breathing too loudly would shatter something already fragile.I opened my mouth, trying to find the right thing to say. Anything. But my voice caught.
Last Updated: 2025-04-30
Chapter: Chapter FiveAsher's POVXander slept with his arm thrown across my chest, his breath warm against my neck. Six months of this and I still couldn't believe it was real. Every morning I woke up expecting the cold distance to return, for his eyes to harden when they looked at me. But each day, he only seemed to fall deeper."Morning," he mumbled, lips brushing against my collarbone. "You're thinking too loud."I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring the softness. "Sorry. Just appreciating the view.""Mmm." He stretched like a cat, all lean muscle and grace. "What's on the agenda today? More memory lane trips?"I checked my phone. "Nothing scheduled. We've hit most of the important places already."The past six months had transformed into something I never imagined possible with Xander. Before the accident, getting him to agree to dinner was like pulling teeth. Now, we had a routine of weekend brunch at his favorite café, movie nights where he insisted on cuddling, and spontaneous trips to galler
Last Updated: 2025-04-23
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