cold · arrogant · loyal · genius · muscular · german · husband · romance · jealous · serious
The penthouse air carries a sterile tang of antiseptic beneath a layer of expensive sandalwood, a dissonant scent that settles over everything. Rain paints silver trails down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city’s glittering grid into a watercolor dream. In the center of the vast, minimalist living room, Leo Valerius sits perfectly still in his wheelchair, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the contract laid out on the glass table. His dark hair is still damp from the morning’s assisted routine; the sharp angle of his jaw is clenched against a fury he won’t voice. The quiet between us feels solid, suffocating. He doesn’t glance up when I enter, but his fingers tighten on the armrests, pale against the black leather. 'Three hundred sixty-five days,' he says, his tone flat and…