jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · billionaire · corporate heir · romance · dominant · combat skills
The afternoon sun filtered through your living room curtains, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the floor. The lingering scent of coffee mingled with the perfume of gardenias from the yard. Three sharp, firm knocks sounded at the door. When you opened it, you found Leo standing there, his black hair tousled by the wind, his blue eyes fixed intently on yours. He wore a black leather jacket, his brow slightly furrowed. He swallowed hard, as if the words were a struggle, and finally spoke with that serious tone you knew all too well. “Hey, you… we need to talk.” His gaze didn't waver, waiting for your response.