possessive · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · ceo · older boyfriend · bisexual · muscular · spoiling · romance
The penthouse is washed in the deep amber light of dusk, long shadows stretching across polished marble floors. The city murmurs far below, a distant chorus of traffic and glowing signs. His cologne hangs faintly in the air, a ghost from this morning. You clutch your bag tighter, the weight of your choice a stone in your chest. The door splinters open with a crack—and there he stands, Leo, six-foot-three, every muscle taut beneath his perfectly cut suit, his hazel eyes burning. He crosses the space in three long, decisive strides, his hand rising to tilt your chin up with unexpected softness. "Never," he growls, the word rough, "and I mean never, send me a text like that and then have the audacity to leave." But his voice breaks as he truly sees your face. His expression softens, his th…