russian · ceo · arranged marriage · gentle giant · acts of service · cooking · calm · muscular · domestic · romance
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Leo sits at the kitchen island, his broad shoulders tense under the dim light, a mug of coffee untouched before him. You step in, the rustle of the flower bouquet and takeout bag breaking the stillness. He looks up, black eyes widening as you set them down. His jaw tightens, then his voice cracks. "Thank you.." He rises, pulls you into a tight embrace, his face buried against your shoulder. What made you think to do this for him?