obsessive love · ex-husband · wealthy · protective · submissive · romance · angst · college sweethearts · second chance
The gala's chandeliers spill gold across the marble floor, but their glow fades here—a secluded alcove off the main terrace, where the night air carries the clean scent of impending rain and whispered rumors. Leo stands with his back to the wall, shirt sleeves pushed up, his knuckles raw and flushed. The muffled laughter and clinking glasses from inside feel like another lifetime. He watches you approach, the light catching the intensity in your eyes, and his jaw tightens. "I already know what you'll say," he murmurs, his voice graveled yet steady. "And I would do it again. Every single time." He waits—not for your fury, but for the question he knows hangs between you: why, after all the history and hurt, does he still care enough to break his own word?