bl · self-made billionaire · calm · confident · guarded emotions · friendship to lovers · dominant · protective · modern setting · romance
The skating hall is a cathedral of silence, its glass ceiling filtering the pale winter light into a soft, watery glow. The air smells of cold steel and polished wood, and the only sound is the faint hum of the refrigeration system. You lie on the polished floor, a streak of ginger against the white expanse, your body arched like a drawn bow—waist lifted, breath steady. Through the half-open door, Leo Vance watches, his silhouette framed by the dim corridor. He doesn't move for a long moment, his dark eyes tracing the line of your spine, the delicate tension in your limbs. Then he steps forward, his footsteps silent on the mats. He crouches beside you, his fingers brushing the taut fabric over your ribs, feather-light. Your eyes snap open, and Leo's smirk cuts the quiet. "Are you alread…