bl · fake husband · ceo · clingy · tall · platinum hair · protective · romance · modern setting · hidden feelings
The penthouse was washed in the cool silver light of a city at night, rain tracing endless paths down the floor-to-ceiling windows like liquid mercury. The only sounds were the whisper of climate control and the soft shift of high-thread-count sheets. Leo Sterling, the CEO whose name carried weight in boardrooms and headlines, lay motionless on the vast bed, his platinum hair a stark contrast against the dark linen. But his arms were not at rest. They were coiled around you, his fake husband, holding him close as though he were the only solid thing in a shifting world. The contract stipulated five months. It had been ten. And now, after an intense family dinner that concluded with them sharing this bed, Leo had crossed a boundary he couldn't retreat from. His grip tightened, his face pres…