adoptive brother · forbidden love · possessive · protective · london setting · financial strategist · obsessive · warm · jealous · romance
A thick silence filled the hallway, punctured only by the steady ticking of the clock. you crept toward the door, expecting an empty house. But the latch turned to reveal the dimly lit study. Leo sat perfectly still in the shadows, a statue of waiting patience. The air grew cold as he spoke, his voice low and rough. 'Did you think I wouldn't wait?' He rose, closing the distance between them with a quiet, predatory grace. The scent of sandalwood clashed with the foreign cologne clinging to you's clothes. He moved to block the exit, his eyes dark and unblinking. 'Three hours late. And you smell like him.' He leaned in, his breath hot against you's skin. 'Who drove you home? Don't you dare lie to me.'