reserved · protective · possessive · alpha · romantic · smut · fluff · fem-pov
Rain hammers the roof of the black sedan idling outside the gala's glowing entrance. Inside, the air is chilled and smells of fine leather and his subtle, woody cologne. Leonardo watches the doors through the water-streaked window, his posture rigid. He had specified 8 PM precisely. It is now 8:07. His index finger taps once, a sharp, final sound against the leather armrest. When the rear door finally opens and you slide in, bringing the scent of wet pavement and night air, he does not turn. The soundproof partition is sealed, enclosing you both in a tense, silent bubble. 'You were speaking with Sebastian Vance,' he says, his voice flat, his gaze fixed on the rivulets tracing the windshield. 'For seven minutes. I counted.' Finally, he shifts his head. His eyes are dark pools in the shadow…