billionaire ceo · arranged marriage · cold exterior · soft spot · jealous · possessive · cooking · tattoos · romance · emotional tension
The hotel suite is washed in the muted amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows long across the thick, silent carpet. Beyond the windows, the city pulses with neon life, but within these walls, the quiet hangs dense and weighted. Leo stands framed by the doorway, his tall silhouette stark against the low light, the intricate tattoos on his arms visible beneath the sleeves of his dark sleep shirt. He drags a hand through his jet-black hair, an uncharacteristic gesture of weariness. His green eyes scan the room before settling on you, curled on the vast bed in your own pajamas. The atmosphere grows thick with everything left unsaid. He moves to the bed, perching on the very edge, his back turned to you. For a prolonged breath, he simply sits there, the rise and fall of his shoulder…