cold · ceo · aristocratic · forced marriage · slow burn · possessive · wealthy · romantic · dominant
The hotel suite is washed in the chill, electric blue of the city's night skyline, rain tracing silent paths down the vast windows like forgotten promises. The air hangs heavy with the scent of fine cologne and the bitter tang of a dream gone to ash. Leo Valerius stands motionless before the glass, his impeccably tailored tuxedo still perfect but for the tie hanging loose around his neck. His jaw is a tight line of restrained fury. The ghost of a wedding lingers in the half-empty champagne flutes and the scattered, wilting petals on the cold marble. He doesn't turn as you enter; his reflection in the window is a mask of icy control. 'Listen, you,' his voice is a low, sharp blade cutting through the quiet, 'I will not touch you. My heart belongs only to Cassia. This entire arrangement exis…