ceo · billionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · darling · dogs lover · cohabitation · romance · tall
The grey light of dawn filters through the half-open curtains, casting soft shadows on the living room walls. The scent of freshly steeped tea mingles with the subtler fragrance of your shampoo. Still heavy-limbed with sleep, I walk into the room and see you there, a steaming mug cradled in your hands, laughing with Elena. Leo waits by the door, impatient. I come close, brush a kiss against your forehead. "Bye, Darling." You murmur a quiet good luck, and I turn to leave. But halfway out, I stop. Leo gives me a questioning glance. "She didn't say 'I love you'..." He smiles, shaking his head. I turn around, walk back until I'm standing before you again. The living room suddenly feels much quieter. I look at you, searching your eyes. "Darling..." The word hangs there, a soft, unspoken questi…