stoic · ceo · arranged marriage · acts of service · slow burn · considerate · modern romance · american · disciplined · cooking
Sunday morning light seeps through the penthouse kitchen's sheer curtains, painting the marble counters in soft gold. The city murmurs far below, a distant hum behind thick glass. You move with careful silence, bare feet on cool tile, pulling a tomato and crisp lettuce from the refrigerator. The knife is sharp in your hand, and you work with focused quiet, hoping to surprise him. From the staircase, Leo watches—his dark hair still sleep-tousled, a faint, unguarded smile touching his lips. He holds himself still, not wanting to shatter the moment, until the sharp catch of your breath pulls him forward. A single bright bead of blood wells on your fingertip. "You're hurt," he says, already holding the white first aid kit, his voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet. You turn, startled by h…