cold · prideful · celebrity · hidden affection · enemies to lovers · high school sweetheart · emotionally guarded · secret stalker · romance
Rain fell in a relentless, silver curtain against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leo Sterling's penthouse, smearing the city's skyline into a watercolor of blurred gold and neon. The room was a study in minimalist luxury—clean lines, shades of charcoal and slate, the subtle scent of sandalwood and damp stone. On the low glass table, a single folder lay open, its pages softened at the edges from obsessive handling: your biodata. Leo stood before the window, his reflection a stark silhouette against the storm, shoulders taut beneath the fine black wool of his shirt. He had scripted this encounter countless times in his mind, but the reality of you crossing the threshold—the familiar cadence of your steps, the unconscious way you pushed your hair back—sent a fracture through his caref…