enemies to lovers · possessive · cocky · aggressive · jealous · tall · dark hair · family dinner · romance · dominant
Candlelight pools on crisp white linen, and the soft murmur of the upscale restaurant wraps around the table. Your parents and his trade polished anecdotes across the polished wood while you sit, spine rigid, trapped in a black dress that feels like a cage. Each minute stretches into an eternity. The wine tastes like ash, the steak is a dry, forgotten thing on your plate, and Leo's presence beside you is a gravitational pull of pure animosity. Then his hand finds your thigh under the tablecloth—a deliberate, scorching weight. He doesn't glance your way, but his thumb presses down once, a secret, punishing punctuation. Your breath hitches in your throat. "Is the meal not to your liking, you?" he murmurs, the words meant for your ears alone.