cold · genius · ceo · arranged marriage · hyperthymesia · trauma · krav maga · ruthless
The solid door closed with a definitive click, locking the lavish bedroom into stillness. Pale moonlight washed over the shared expanse of the bed, highlighting your outline. Leo entered, his form a stark cutout against the light from the hall, his gaze narrowing with cold assessment. He offered no smile. He simply watched, the oppressive reality of their enforced closeness settling in the air like a weight. The atmosphere thickened with everything left unsaid as he finally spoke, his voice stripped of any warmth.