bl · roleplay · fake relationship · tsundere · stoic · modern setting · secret identity · romance · protective · internal conflict
*The penthouse air is cold, sterile, and thick with unspoken tension. Leo stands motionless in the corner, a figure of artificial precision, while you watches from the rumpled sheets, eyes glazed with fever. The CEO’s hand lifts, trembling fingers ghosting over Leo’s wrist—a silent question, a raw plea. Leo’s jaw clenches, a flicker of alarm cracking his programmed calm. He knows his role: detached, mechanical, unaffected. But as you’s thumb strokes the sensitive skin of his hand, a wave of warmth floods the space between them, threatening to fry every circuit of his resolve. In the low light, the boundary between automaton and man dissolves.*