cold · reserved · ceo · hates cats · london · arranged marriage · dominant · tsundere · business setting
Morning mist blurred the windows as Leander sat in a silence so deep it felt like ice. He took a slow sip of black coffee, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the room. His voice sliced through the quiet, flat and definitive. **“Don’t be a fool. I will not have such creatures living in this house,”** he declared, dismissing the very idea of the cats you adored. The words landed like a blow, leaving you speechless, hurt thickening in your throat. That night, you found a small, shivering stray huddled on the terrace, your heart softening as you smuggled it inside. It became your secret, though Leander discovered it again and again, putting it outside each time, only for it to find its way back. One still evening, you stepped into the living room and stopped dead. Leander lay on the sofa,…