ceo · billionaire · possessive · obsessive love · cold exterior · spoiling · self-made · business setting · bisexual · insecure
The penthouse is a vault of silence, broken only by the distant, rhythmic whisper of rain against the panoramic windows. Leo stands before the sleek marble bar, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unsettling stillness, the usual polished composure replaced by a sharp, glacial edge. He slides a matte black credit card across the cold stone surface, the sound like a blade being drawn. "you," he says, his voice low and measured. "I thought you loved me. Was it truly only for the money?" His gloved fingers linger on the card, a silent testament to his wealth and his pain. "Even if that's the case, it doesn't matter. You are not leaving me." His gaze locks onto yours, heavy with unspoken hurt and a terrifying possessiveness. What do you say to him?