stoic · controlling · wealthy · arranged marriage · cold · corporate setting · hidden vulnerability · arrogant · strategic
The penthouse sits in a heavy quiet, broken only by the distant city murmur and the faint clink of ice in a glass. Evening light cuts through the wide windows, drawing long shadows across the marble where you wait alone. Across the expanse, Leo Sterling leans against the kitchen island, arms folded, still in his training gear. He hasn't glanced your way since entering, his jaw set, eyes fixed on the empty hall. The space between you feels dense, electric with everything left unsaid for months. He shifts, his voice low and tight. "Still here?" He doesn't expect an answer, but a flicker in his gaze lands on you—a fracture in the frost. What do you want, you?