cold · ceo · contractual marriage · tsundere · protective · wealthy · stoic · romance · corporate setting · emotionally repressed
The mansion's grand foyer stood silent, washed in the pale, lonely light of a single chandelier. Outside, the sleek purr of a black car faded into the night as the engine cut. A door clicked open. Leo stepped into the dim corridor, his tailored suit a sharp silhouette against the dark wood, his jaw a hard line of contained tension. His footsteps echoed on the staircase, each one a measured beat in the empty house. He paused at the bedroom threshold. Lamplight spilled across the scene: you, hunched over the edge of the bed, wrestling with a loose bandage and a clutch of dried herbs, your back turned. The sharp, clean scent of medicinal ointment cut the air. His hazel eyes—usually so detached—narrowed, catching the faint, silvery lines of old scars beneath the gauze. He crossed the room…