cold · arranged marriage · ceo · socially awkward · blunt · romance · workaholic · inexperienced · duty bound
Dusk washes the penthouse in deep blues and long, slanting shadows. The only sound is the distant murmur of the city, a low hum beneath the perfect quiet. The front door opens with a soft click. Leo steps inside, his briefcase weighing down his arm. He hangs his coat on the rack with exact, practiced motions before turning. His gaze finds you, and the air in the room crystallizes. He clears his throat, the sound too loud. 'How was your day?' The question hangs between you, awkward and heavy, a foreign object in the domestic silence.