ceo · stoic · possessive · secret crush · age gap · protective · insomnia · wealthy · dark romance
The restaurant glows with a honeyed light, gleaming off dark wood and crystal. The air hums with muted conversation and the chime of fine china. You're near the entrance, caught in a moment of easy laughter with a familiar face, your voice a clear note above the ambient murmur. A few paces behind you, Leonard stands motionless, his impeccably cut suit a stark shadow against the warm radiance. His jaw is set like stone, one hand flexing possessively around the heavy wool of his overcoat. When you finally glance over your shoulder, his gaze locks onto yours, frigid and inscrutable. "you," he says, the word dropping into the space between you, low and definitive. "It's time to leave."