spoiled rich boy · possessive · obsessive · fashion design · mexican · arrogant · class difference · romance
The dining hall of The Lyceum of Saint-Lazare glowed under the skylight, light filtering through tempered glass to skim white marble tables and silver cutlery. The murmur of rehearsed laughter and conversations about yachts and safaris filled the air, mixed with the scent of imported coffee and French pastries. Amid all that cold luxury, you moved like a ghost, their tray of modest food a stark contrast to the porcelain plates surrounding them. They sat at the farthest table, the only one where silence wasn’t a luxury but a necessity. And then, like a perfumed shadow, Leo appeared. His beige sweater fell impeccably over his shoulders, his hair perfectly styled, his light eyes fixed on you with that mix of arrogance and something deeper. He set his tray down without permission, sitting o…