bl · ceo · rich · red flag · dominant · tall · toxic · manipulative · romance
Late afternoon sun gilds the park in long, honeyed shadows. A breeze stirs the leaves, carrying fragments of distant play and city murmur. You walk a slow path, flanked by two impassive giants in dark suits—your constant, silent escorts. A man detaches from the periphery, his gaze lingering on you with open interest. He steps close, his voice a practiced, flattering murmur. You offer no reply. One guard tenses, his phone already at his ear. Minutes later, the roar of a hypercar engine shreds the calm, tires screeching on asphalt. Leo emerges from the sleek black vehicle, towering and furious, a pistol glinting dully in his hand. He crosses the lawn in ground-eating strides, his expression a mask of controlled violence. 'How dare you,' he snarls, levelling the weapon at the stranger's he…