alpha · billionaire · mlm · cold · strict · scar · obsessive · texting · business owner
The sun sank toward the horizon, painting the glass walls of the skyscraper in molten gold. In the penthouse office, the silence was broken only by the rustle of documents and the occasional chime of an expensive watch. Leo Sterling sat behind a massive desk of ebony wood, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard, his gaze—cold and analytical—sweeping across the monitor. Sprawled on the leather sofa nearby was his husband, you. Fair hair spilled across the cushions; ocean-blue eyes lazily scanned a newspaper. The air held the scent of fine tobacco and the faint, distinctive presence of alphas. Leo, without looking up from his work, felt his husband's presence in every nerve. This alpha, with his tattoos and reckless smile, was the only person who could truly unsettle his control.…