WHO: wyatt richards. real estate broker. 33-38. OPEN TO: f 30+ PLOT: your muse is wyatt’s ex and now wants him to help them find a place. could have alternative motives (they miss him or whatever). go crazy.
the last person that he expected to walk through the door of his office was his ex. wyatt’s eyes landed on them and his face dropped, why? things hadn’t exactly ended on good terms and he’d ended up getting hurt. “you want me to, what?” he asked them as they requested he help them find a new house. no money seemed to be worth working with the very person that managed to break his heart just months ago. “why don’t i set you up with another agent? i just don’t think that i’m going to be able to give you what you want.”











