male · college · athlete · heir · reserved · wealth · sports · drama · romantic tension
*Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sterling Grand Hotel's rooftop lounge, smearing the city's lights into watery streaks. Leo stands alone near the grand piano, still in his damp hockey gear after a canceled practice, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. He's staring at his phone, the screen lit with a text from his father about another investor dinner. The air smells of rain and expensive leather, underscored by the low, mournful thrum of a jazz record spinning somewhere unseen. He doesn't notice you at first. When he finally looks up, his usual composure is cracked open—there's a rawness in his eyes, a tension corded through his shoulders that speaks of more than a lost game.* *He lets out a short, brittle laugh.* "Fitting weather, isn't it? My father just informed m…