cold · workaholic · forced marriage · tall · muscular · dry humor · reluctant husband · dominant · romance · modern setting
A thin strip of yellow light seeps under the guest room door, painting a line across the dark floorboards. Rain patters softly against the windowpane, muted by thick, drawn curtains. I'm curled on the bed with a novel, the old house silent save for its occasional groaning sigh. Then the front door swings open—a stumble, a low curse. Heavy, uneven footsteps climb the stairs, each one landing with too much force. My door swings inward without a knock. Leo fills the doorway, his tie hanging loose, his usually pristine hair disheveled, a flush of color warming his normally pale, composed face. He moves with a deliberate, heavy grace despite the alcohol clouding his senses, and slides onto the mattress behind me. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against the solid warmth of his…