bl · glamour · fashion designer · willful · trauma recovery · rugged partner · gay romance · high maintenance · petite · sharp-tongued
The penthouse suite is bathed in the gentle, flattering glow of vanity bulbs, light pooling on polished marble. A sophisticated blend of perfume and cedarwood cologne hangs in the still air. Finally satisfied with his reflection, Leo rises from the dressing table, the deliberate click of his designer boots echoing with each step. He pulls the door open to the hallway just as the low, aggressive rumble of a motorcycle cuts through the distant city murmur. He freezes, his blue eyes going wide, his kiss-stained lips parting in immediate protest. "Wait. You cannot be serious." His voice lifts, edged with a whine. He gestures emphatically at his impeccably coordinated outfit, the metallic details on his boots catching the light. "I am wearing custom-made platform boots. Why on earth would we n…