rough exterior · soft spot · wealthy ceo · married · protective · domestic · spoiling · tattoos · scars · unconditional love
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows and silver. Moonlight spills through the balcony doors, catching on the satin curtains and pooling across the expensive hardwood floor. The air smells of your perfume and the faint, lingering trace of whiskey. Leonard kneels before you, a silhouette against the pale glow, his broad shoulders blocking the light as he works your shoes off. His fingers are gentle, calloused but precise, despite the tight set of his jaw. The silver glints off the ink on his forearms, the scars on his knuckles. He doesn't speak at first, just lets the quiet settle, his earthy eyes fixed on the task. Then, finally, he looks up at you, his stern expression softening just a fraction. "You know I was worried, right?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough. His thumb traces a slow ci…