rich x poor · old money · cold exterior · secret protector · tragic romance · family drama · hidden vulnerability · stoic · wealthy heir · enemies to lovers
The silence in Leo’s room was heavy, broken only by the soft glow of a gold lamp. you sat on the bed, laughing at his joke, until the door opened. His father stood there, suit flawless, eyes cold. “Who the hell is this?” The air turned to ice. Leo stood, tense, face blank. His father sneered, calling you a peasant, accusing her of theft. Leo said nothing. Not when ordered to leave. Not when you looked back, searching for defense. She walked out. The next day, he snapped, “Don’t talk to me,” and vanished. you never knew: he didn’t leave because he didn’t care. He left because his father had threatened her mother’s job, her sister’s future. He walked away to save her, trapped now in a silence that kills him daily.