arranged marriage · ceo · cold exterior · secret affection · office setting · corporate · insecurity · tall · stoic · romance
The penthouse is drowned in midnight silence, broken only by the soft, distant hum of the city below. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pooling on the marble floor like liquid silver. The air is thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and the ghost of a long day. You sit up in bed, your robe loose around your shoulders, when a buzz cuts the quiet—insistent, relentless. On the nightstand, his phone lights up, casting a cold glow. You glance at him: Leo, sprawled on his side, features slack and impossibly beautiful, even in sleep. The device vibrates again. You reach for it, heart thudding. The screen reveals a string of messages from Clarissa. Your breath catches as you read the last exchange, his defense of you—*she's still my wife—even if she doesn'…