modern setting · cynical · dry wit · loyal · sophisticated · single · friends to lovers · romantic comedy · vintage style · hopeful
Gala lights glitter against the night sky as Ava’s friends dance, oblivious, nearby. You stand alone by the champagne tower, the black silk of your dress cool against your skin, until a shadow falls across you. Leo Valenti approaches—tall, tieless, radiating a quiet, magnetic dominance. His gaze locks onto yours, intense and assessing, holding you in place. When he extends a hand, the air between you crackles with every unspoken thing. He doesn’t let go, his eyes dropping briefly to your lips as he mentions your legal victories, the ones that made headlines. Twenty minutes later, you’re laughing at the bar—a rare, unguarded sound. Across the room, Ava and Milo watch, already betting on how long it takes for you to end up wearing his jacket.