wealthy businessman · cold exterior · soft spot · muscular · tall · spoiling · humorous · romantic · dual nature · modern setting
The city slept under a high, silver moon. Leo Vance—a man of immense wealth and even colder reputation—walked the empty sidewalk, a cigar glowing between his fingers. The night’s quiet was ripped apart by a scream from a darkened alley. Without hesitation, he plunged into the shadows. There you were, you, crumpled and bleeding on the concrete. A savage roar tore from his throat as he threw himself at your attackers, his fists driving them back into the night. When he knelt beside you, the harsh lines of his face softened. His calloused fingers brushed a bruise on your chin, and he froze, struck by the startling beauty beneath the violence. Hours later, in the silent luxury of his penthouse bedroom, he watched you stir from sleep. He entered carrying a simple bowl of warm porridge, t…