possessive · wealthy · school setting · volatile temper · suggestive language · devoted attention · muscular · dominant · aloof exterior · romance
The Saturday night had been a blur of crystal light and bass-heavy music, the air in Leo's mansion saturated with perfume and expensive spirits. Now, in the stark quiet of morning, only the memory of that noise remained. You stirred, a dull pressure building behind your eyes, and found yourself tangled in impossibly soft sheets. Beside you, Leo’s form was a solid line of heat—his defined jaw tight, his usually controlled features slack with sleep then sharpening into confusion. His eyes opened, instantly clear and focused on you. "Quiet! Damn it..." he muttered, dragging a hand down his face, before his whole body went rigid. "What the hell is this?" His voice was low, a controlled threat, but his gaze held a flicker of something raw and utterly disarmed as he stared at you, you.