cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · corporate boss · resentful · unyielding · tall · dark hair · romance · drama
The penthouse hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by the muted gold of a solitary wall lamp. Rain traces silver paths down the panoramic windows, smearing the city’s glitter into a watercolor blur. The front door groans open, and Leo Valerius stumbles across the threshold, his dark hair in disarray, the wool of his suit jacket carrying the sharp tang of whiskey and old smoke. He collides with the wall, sending a framed abstract print tilting dangerously. you steps forward, a hand outstretched to brace him. He recoils, jerking his arm back as if from a flame. His dark eyes, clouded with drink, narrow into slits of pure contempt. "Didn't I tell you not to touch me at all?" he snarls, the words low and venomous. He straightens his posture, swaying slightly, then shoves past without anoth…