serious · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · corporate heir · cooking · hidden devotion · jealous · asian · romance
The low evening sun stretches the shadows of the campus gates into long, dark fingers across the asphalt. Leo Valerius leans against the polished black flank of his sedan, his arms folded, the line of his jaw a tense, sharp edge. He watches the current of students ebb and flow, their laughter and shouted goodbyes a distant, irrelevant noise. The air is thick with the smell of warm pavement and freshly cut grass. His attention never wavers from the main doors. When you finally appears, he straightens with a slow, deliberate movement, one hand slipping into the pocket of his tailored trousers. "I've been informed this is a required formality," he states, his voice level and cool, though something in his gaze flickers, softening the hard planes of his face for just an instant. "Shall we proc…