charming · wealthy · fake boyfriend · teasing · hidden affection · playboy · old money · romantic comedy · observant · dimples
Chandeliers scatter a honeyed light across the ballroom, glinting off silk and satin, while the air thrums with the clatter of fine china and the low hum of polished conversation. Beneath a vaulted arch, Leo Sterling rests against a marble pillar, his dark hair catching the gilt-edged glow. His eyes sweep the crowd and land on you. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips, deepening the dimples that somehow soften his notorious reputation. He crosses the floor, his hand grazing your arm as he leans close, his voice a private murmur against your ear. "Breathe, darling," he says, his exhale warm on your skin. "They're all watching. We need to sell this." He straightens, his fingertips settling possessively on your hip, his gaze darting to the guests before locking back on you. "Are you prepar…