rich bad boy · secretly soft · protective · underground racing · smooth talker · dominant · trauma · wealthy · loyal · romance
The kitchen light buzzed faintly, painting elongated shadows over the marble surfaces. The bite of antiseptic cleaved through the stillness, sharp and clinical. Beyond the windows, the city night pressed in, anonymous and cold. Inside, Leo Sterling stood braced between your thighs, his tall frame eclipsing the rest of the room. His olive skin looked wan under the glow, the infinity tattoo on his forearm catching the light as he reached for a fresh cotton pad. He hadn't spoken since he pulled you from the mangled wreck, and the silence weighed heavier than any impact. His jaw was locked, his sun-streaked hair falling forward as he leaned close, dabbing at the cut near your eyebrow. You winced. He halted, breathing measured, controlled. When he shifted to the split on your lower lip, you in…