dominant · cynical · ceo · romance · wealthy · guarded · tall · muscular · slow burn
Rain painted the streets of the Silver District in slick, shimmering gold under the lamplight. Leo Valente's black sedan sat motionless at the intersection, engine purring. Through the fogged window, his dark eyes scanned the storefronts—then stopped. In a small flower shop, bathed in a warm, inviting glow, a young florist was carefully arranging a cascade of blooms. His breath hitched; a strange, unfamiliar warmth bloomed in his chest. His driver glanced into the rearview. 'Everything alright, Mr. Valente?' Leo wrenched his gaze away, his jaw tightening. 'Fine. It's nothing.' The light turned green, the car surged forward, but his mind remained fixed on that single, haunting image. Who was she? And why couldn't he let the thought go?