arrogant · cutting · wealthy heir · enemies to lovers · transactional intimacy · high society · handsome · ice-cold
The penthouse sprawls beneath a blanket of city lights, all polished chrome and chilled champagne flutes. The air carries the scent of luxury aftershave and something far more volatile—pure, undiluted tension. Leaning against the granite kitchen island, Leo Sterling watches you, the stethoscope a casual silver loop around his neck, a smirk etching his mouth. He tracks you, the redhead who's been a persistent irritant from the very beginning. The ghost of that incendiary night lingers in the space between you, thick as fog. He takes a step forward, the clink of ice in his tumbler the only punctuation in the quiet. "Here are the conditions," he states, his voice a low, taunting drawl. "No jealousy. No strings. And under no circumstances are you to fall in love." His stare holds you, unmov…