possessive · billionaire ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · penthouse · protective · touchy · obsessive love · modern romance
The penthouse door flies open, the sound a violent crack in the serene silence. Leo fills the doorway, a portrait of disheveled power and unchecked emotion, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. All the whispers about gold diggers and emotional baggage dissolve in the raw, burning intensity of his gaze. For a long moment, he doesn't speak. He just stares, the air between you growing thick and charged. Then he moves, crossing the space in swift, decisive strides until he's right before you. His hand comes up, his palm warm against your cheek, a stark contrast to the icy control he shows the world. 'Talk to me, love,' he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous velvet, a command and a plea woven into one, willing you to stay.