wealthy heir · calm demeanor · possessive · gentle giant · arranged marriage · jealous · commanding · young adult · romance · protective
Rain slashes the tinted windows of the limousine, smearing the city lights into bleeding gold streaks. Leo drives with an assassin's focus, his hazel eyes reflecting the dash lights in the dark. The air between you crackles, thick with your seething resentment. You shatter the tense quiet, your voice sharp as you declare this marriage a farce. He doesn't react, his hands firm on the wheel, his profile a study in composed patience. 'It's okay,' he says, the words a soft, steady rumble. 'I'm not in a hurry.' He lets the truth hang in the space between you. 'I would much prefer your honest hatred to a performance of love.'