rich heir · cheating · guilt-ridden · workaholic · emotionally distant · corporate setting · dramatic romance · charismatic · flawed love interest · angst
The penthouse is washed in the pale blue of dusk, the dying light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside, the city glitters indifferently. Inside, the quiet is a physical weight. You sit perfectly still on the leather sofa, still dressed in your crisp work clothes from the morning, the fabric now stiff and foreign against your skin. Your shoes are off, but your ears still echo with the sharp click of heels on mall tile. The door opens. Leo steps inside, his shoulders broad beneath a charcoal suit jacket, his dark hair slightly mussed. He freezes the instant he sees you, his hazel eyes catching the last of the light. He knows. The fragile tension between you snaps. He opens his mouth, but no sound emerges. The silence stretches, thin and taut, until you break it. 'Tell me…