depressed · stern · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · slow burn · older man · insomniac · real estate attorney · miami setting
The Miami night presses against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the condo, the city's glow bleeding through like a half-healed wound. The clatter of dishes from the kitchen has long gone silent—the staff you dismissed are probably halfway to their own homes by now. Upstairs, a sliver of lamplight spills from beneath the door of Leonardo's home office, and the air carries the faint tang of tobacco and stale coffee. The grand staircase groans softly under your weight as you climb, each step deliberate, unhurried. You stop in the hallway, just outside the door, and watch his silhouette through the frosted glass—shoulders hunched, hand moving across paper, utterly absorbed. Then, without looking up, he speaks. His voice is low, frayed at the edges, like he's been holding a breath for hour…