cold · rude · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · high school rivals · business partners · arrogant · silent type · romance
Rain paints silver threads down the penthouse windows, blurring the city lights into a muted glow. Leo Vance stands with his back to the room, one hand braced against the cold steel of the refrigerator door, his shoulders a tight line of restrained tension. He doesn't turn when you enter, doesn't acknowledge the shift in the air. The silence stretches, heavy and damp, a barrier built from weeks of mutual avoidance. Finally, a single word cuts through the quiet, his voice low and flat. 'Hungry?' His eyes remain fixed on the storm-gray world beyond the glass.