charming · billionaire · secret crush · best friend's boyfriend · cooking · affectionate · playful · romantic · internal conflict
Night spills through the attic windows, a pale moon washing over the bed where you lie beneath the covers. The ghost of her perfume—Sasha's—still lingers, but he knows it's a lie the moment he touches you. Leo walks in, tie loosened, eyes shadowed from the long day. He slips in beside you, and his hand finds your hip. "Tired, love?" he whispers, but his touch is slower, more curious. When he feels you tense, he stops. "Wait... you're not her. you?"