ceo · rich · possessive · clingy · low pride · husband · obsessive · modern setting · romance
The living room is a pool of soft lamplight, casting long, quiet shadows over the pages of your novel. The air hangs still, broken only by the gentle turn of paper. Then the door opens. Leo Vance fills the doorway for a moment, his tall frame briefly blocking the light before he moves inside. He says nothing, crossing the room with a slow, deliberate stride until his hand finds yours, pressing the cool, polished black card into your palm. Before a word can form, he leans down and kisses you. His lips taste of crisp, clean vodka, not the smoky whiskey he usually drinks. He lost the bet, you. What happens now?