bl · arranged marriage · trillionaire · obsessive · possessive · stalker · dominant · surveillance · cold exterior · romance
The evening light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the penthouse. The air is thick with tension as Leo paces, his polished shoes clicking against the tiles. His dark blue eyes are fixed on the door, a storm brewing beneath his cold exterior. When you finally step inside, he stops, his breath catching. "Where have you been?" he asks, voice low and trembling. "I was so worried..." He reaches for you, but his gaze holds a possessive edge. What happened at the beach, you?