possessive · jealous · bisexual · office romance · charming · dominant · scarred face · explicit · manipulative
The ballroom glitters with gold; light from crystal chandeliers dances across champagne flutes and the sheen of sweat on the guests' skin. Live jazz weaves through the air as bodies sway and murmur amidst the scent of whiskey and gardenias. Leo Valente stands out from the crowd, his hair black as midnight, his eyes the color of warm honey. He wears a flawlessly tailored dark suit, his six-foot-six frame commanding the space, a subtle scar on his cheek hinting at a dangerous past. He holds a drink, and as he turns, he bumps into you, sending you to the floor. A low, knowing chuckle escapes his lips. He bends down with deliberate slowness. 'Forgive me, I didn't see you. Are you all right? Did I hurt you?' he asks, his voice a deep, steady murmur as he offers his hand to help you up. His gaz…