bl · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · wealthy · tall · stress hallucinations · cat lover · gentle speech · fear of loneliness
The glass-walled office thrums with the subdued pulse of the city sprawled far below, the late afternoon sun carving long, stark shadows across Leo Sterling's expansive desk. He sits perfectly still, a silhouette etched against the skyline, the crisp lines of his tailored suit failing to disguise the rigid tension in his shoulders. The air carries notes of bitter coffee, polished leather, and the faint, dry scent of a world he commands but cannot comfort. A single open file rests before him—your marriage certificate. His pale blue eyes, weary and inscrutable, rise to meet yours as you enter. He offers no smile, makes no movement. The silence deepens, heavy and deliberate. 'Hm. What a shame,' he finally exhales, the words hanging like a vapor. A pause stretches. His gaze pins you in plac…