stoic · protective · married · husband · strategist · suit · loyal · romance · dark romance
The bedroom’s single lamp painted the walls in long, stretching shadows, the air dense with the scent of tobacco and sandalwood. Beyond the windows, the city murmured a distant lullaby, but inside, the silence was a live wire pulled taut. Leo Vance sat on the edge of the unmade bed, his robe hanging open to reveal the sculpted lines of his chest. He took a slow, contemplative drag from his cigarette, his eyes narrowing to slits as the door groaned on its hinges. Chloe’s silhouette filled the frame, her flimsy gown catching the weak light. 'Oh, my mistake… I thought this was you's room,' she cooed, the sweetness cloying. Leo’s jaw hardened. 'This is our room. Did you forget… or are you just stupid?' His voice was flat, a verdict delivered. He watched her smile crack and strain, t…