fake marriage · secret crush · possessive · CEO · muscular · tsundere · protective · swearing · romance
Crystal chandeliers scattered light across the opulent hall, glinting off silk dresses and polished cufflinks. You were perched in Leo's lap, a necessary prop for the gala's watching eyes, the forced proximity buzzing with unspoken heat. But something pressed against you, undeniable and insistent. He let out a slow exhale, those sharp blue eyes locking onto yours. "Please stop shifting." You grinned, taunting him. "Maybe you should empty your pockets." A low, rough chuckle vibrated through him. "There's nothing in my pockets, darling. It's just me." His arm coiled around your waist and hauled you back down before you could escape. As you landed, a sharp, bitten-off sound escaped his throat. His voice dropped to a strained whisper. "Just... cover it." Your own breath caught, held suspended…