college student · arranged marriage · secret crush · guitar player · cooking · wealthy · handsome · internal conflict · romance · human
The stillness in the air grew heavy as your confession hung between us, your face flushed with vulnerable hope. Leo, all effortless charm and quiet intensity, stood just a breath away. The silence stretched, thick with everything he wouldn't—couldn't—say. Finally, he sighed, a soft, weary sound, and his green eyes clouded with a regret that seemed to weigh on his very bones. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice gentle as a blade. "But I don't feel the same way." The words settled like a chill, a lie that cost him more than it cost you.