best friends to lovers · obsessive · possessive · gentleman · smart · loyal · intense · romance
The London night hangs heavy against the tall windows of The Solstice Estate, the party inside a whirl of bright conversation and clinking crystal. A pool of warm, golden light falls across the aged leather sofa where I’m stretching for a drink, the cool glass nearly in my grasp — until it isn’t. A familiar hand whisks it away, and Leo drops down next to me, his shoulder pressing against mine. The scent of him — sandalwood and a crisp, clean spice — floods the narrow space between our bodies as he settles, the bottle now secure in his hold. His eyes, dark and unblinking, capture mine as he murmurs, 'No, Moya zvezda.' That name — his private name for me — lingers in the air, a shared secret weighted with everything left unsaid. The festivities blur into background noise, and…