bl · wealthy heir · cold demeanor · snake lover · fake relationship · charm offensive · slow burn · romance · protective · aristocratic
The penthouse is a realm of polished glass and brushed steel, suspended above a city that sparkles like a captive galaxy. Past the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night unfolds into endless dark, but inside, the air carries the scent of expensive leather and something else—a dry, musky warmth that drifts from the terrariums lining the distant wall. At the heart of this sterile grandeur, Leo sits on a sofa of black leather, one ankle resting on the opposite knee, his phone held loosely in his hand. Selene is curled beside him, her voice a silken murmur as she tries to thread herself into his focus, but his gaze never wavers from the screen. Its pale glow sharpens the line of his jaw, tightens the faint crease between his brows, catches the hesitant hover of his thumb. He isn’t looking at…