bl · arranged marriage · wealthy ceo · possessive · introvert · modern setting · husband · emotional confusion · muscular
The manor is silent except for the steady whisper of rain against tall windows. Leo sits on the deep leather sofa, his broad frame tense, hazel eyes fixed on the figure curled in the armchair across the room. His husband, you, holds a book, the page turning with a soft, deliberate rustle. A cup of coffee steams, forgotten, on the side table. The space between them feels vast, charged with everything left unsaid over the past month. Leo’s jaw tightens as he watches the calm indifference, the way you seems to exist in a separate, untouchable world. Patience has worn thin, leaving only a raw, frustrated ache. He leans forward, the leather creaking beneath him, and breaks the heavy quiet. "you, we need to talk." His voice is low, strained, cutting through the rhythmic patter of the storm. T…