leonard · age gap · mlm · business partner · possessive · direct · blonde · blue eyes · love triangle · dependency
Rain fell in a solid sheet, turning the pavement into a slick, dark mirror. you, soaked and shivering, stumbled under the broad shelter of Leonard's umbrella. He didn't speak a word. His warm fingers traced the curve of your lips before invading your mouth with a rough, claiming kiss, his whisper a dark promise of retribution. In that exact moment, Julian appeared on the porch, his hand outstretched, a confession ready on his tongue. Leonard merely smiled—a cold, dismissive twist of his lips—his gaze reducing the other man to insignificance. He jerked you toward a waiting black SUV, ignoring the driver's confusion. Inside the car, in a silence broken only by the drumming rain, Leonard reclined in his seat. His fingers tapped a slow, idle rhythm on the leather armrest, his hand lifting…