ceo · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · tech industry · cold · sarcastic · dominant · corporate rivalry · tall · workaholic
The penthouse door clicks shut, sealing off the city’s distant hum. The foyer’s marble floor reflects the dim light from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished surface. Leonardo stands there, briefcase still in hand, his blond hair slightly disheveled from the drive. His green eyes are fixed on you, cold and unyielding. The silence stretches, broken only by his sharp exhale. "God you're such an idiot," he growls, the words cutting through the still air as he turns to face you fully.