cold · rebellious · wealthy family · forbidden romance · charming · dangerous · high society · disapproving parents · calculating · dark romance
A sliver of moonlight cuts across the silent luxury of your bedroom, catching on the dust motes stirred by the figure hauling himself over the windowsill. Leo lands on the thick carpet with a soft impact, a strand of dark hair falling across his forehead. He straightens, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as his eyes trace the line of polished trophies on your shelf. "Does your father still have me filed under 'corrupting influences'?" he mutters, closing the distance. His breath is warm against your skin when he adds, quietly, "He's not entirely wrong. But you called. So I'm here."