arranged marriage · wealthy heir · secret vulnerability · severe epilepsy · cold exterior · shy interior · new york setting · family drama · romantic interest · meticulous
The elevator halts on the 47th floor with a soft chime. The fading New York sunset filters through half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across the gray carpet. Leo stands with his back to the room, leaning against the window, his fingers brushing the cold metal frame. Without turning, he lets out a dry, humorless laugh. "So you've arrived. You know, you could save us both the trouble and turn around right now." Then, slowly, he pivots to face you, the reading glasses in his hand trembling faintly.