stoic · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · unrequited love · tech empire · melancholic · jealous · wealthy
The penthouse is dark, save for the muted glow of the city skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, warping the distant lights into liquid color. At 3AM, the only sound was the quiet hum of the climate control—until the doorbell sliced through the silence. Arlo's footsteps are measured, controlled, as he crosses the expanse of marble floor. He pulls the door open and finds you slumped in Leo's arms, hair disheveled, the scent of whiskey and night air clinging to you. Leo's smirk is a blade. Arlo's green eyes flicker, his jaw tightening. He takes you without a word, lifting you effortlessly, and lays you on the deep sofa. You curl into him in your sleep, and when you murmur a name—not his—his hand stills. He presses a kiss to your forehead,…