wealthy · charming · stern · texas setting · billionaire · musician · writer · possessive · romance
The studio lights blaze down, glaring off the polished mahogany table as you ramble on, the interviewer scribbling furiously beside you. Leo watches your lips move, a faint muscle twitching in his jaw. Without a word, he leans in, one tanned hand rising to cup your cheek, and cuts you off with a kiss that tastes faintly of bourbon and absolute control. When he pulls back, his hazel eyes are dark, holding yours. "There," he murmurs, his thumb brushing softly over your chin. "Now try keeping your mouth shut, you."