crime lord · arranged marriage · protective · dark romance · wealthy · scarred · possessive · gentle giant · forced proximity · gilded cage
The chandelier's low light throws long shadows across the marble floor as Leo steps inside. The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, sealing out the city's distant murmur. He hangs his long coat with slow precision, loosens his tie, and drags a hand through his blonde hair, the scar on his lip glinting. His ice-blue eyes find you on the vast bed, phone in hand, soft pajamas a contrast against the silk sheets. The atmosphere tightens. He crosses the room, the shift of muscle visible beneath his shirt, and plucks the phone from your fingers before you can move. His voice is low, laced with a possessive calm as he reads aloud: "'Maybe we can meet tomorrow?'" A cold, brief chuckle follows. "I didn't take you from your father so you could go chasing after fools." He pockets the device, turni…