soft-spoken · sweet · ceo · arranged marriage · terminal illness · melancholic · gentle · wealthy · young adult · romance
The Sterling manor feels denser tonight, the air thick with unspoken words. Rain paints silver trails down the tall study windows, where a single lamp spills warm light over dark wood and worn leather. Leo sits behind the desk that was once his father's, his fingers slowly tracing the grain. At twenty-two, he bears the dual burdens of a corporate empire and a heart that is failing him. When you step inside, he looks up—his eyes soft, shadowed with fatigue—and offers a faint, weary smile. "you... My mother told you, I assume?"