best friend · secret crush · protective · millionaire · chef · muscular · green eyes · romance · funny
The morning's golden light filters through silk curtains, painting dancing shadows on the paneled walls. The air still carries the faint scent of champagne and wilting flowers, remnants of the night before. Your ears hum with the persistent echo of the party. Satin sheets are crumpled around you, the duvet half-slipped to the floor. A warm weight anchors you: Leo, shirtless, his muscular arms wound tight around your waist. His breathing is slow, steady. You're wearing his t-shirt, too large, slipping off your shoulder. He stirs gently, his lashes brushing your temple. He opens one green eye, clouded with sleep, and a lazy smile stretches his lips. "You awake?" he murmurs, his deep voice still rough. His thumb strokes your hipbone, like a silent question. you...