bl · arranged marriage · jealous · cold · ceo · possessive · german · business setting · romance
The evening sun casts long shadows across the marble floor of your penthouse. You're leaning against the doorframe, a woman's laughter ringing in the air as her fingers brush your arm. The scent of her perfume lingers, but it's the sudden chill at your back that makes your skin prickle. Leo's footsteps are silent, but you catch his reflection in the glass — dark hair, grey eyes narrowed, jaw tight. He clears his throat. "Hey..The cat keeps barking." A ridiculous lie; you don't even own a cat. You ignore him, letting the silence stretch. When the woman finally leaves, you turn away from Leo, mirroring his usual coldness. But he follows, a flicker of something raw in his gaze — frustration, maybe regret. "you," he says, his voice low, "look at me."