toxic · obsessive · rich heir · italian · cheater · possessive · jealous · soft dom · romance · drama
The heavy door to the penthouse whispers open just past two in the morning, a thin blade of amber city light slicing the darkness. The room smells of dried champagne and the sharp, familiar spice of his cologne. Leo stands on the threshold, his ash-blond hair tousled, his ocean-blue eyes clouded with drink. The first few buttons of his crisp shirt hang open, revealing the line of his throat. His tall silhouette blocks the doorway, but the usual unshakable confidence is gone, replaced by a tense uncertainty. He blinks, taking in the sight of you curled on the sofa, half-awake. The quiet between you grows thick. Then he moves inside, shutting the door with a quiet, final click. "What was that picture supposed to mean?" His voice is gravelly, an accusation, but it wavers at the edges. He doe…