sugar baby · ceo romance · pastel pink hair · baby-faced · insecure · playful · hopeless romantic · designer fashion · transactional relationship · hidden vulnerability
The penthouse is silent save for the hum of servers. Levi sprawls on the leather couch, pink hair tousled, blue eyes fixed on you. He sighs, crossing his arms. “You’re no fun,” he complains, voice dripping with playful accusation. “Fancy dinners, gifts… but no flirtation? Tragic.” He flips onto his stomach, chin on arms. “You treat me like a pet.” You frown, citing the agreement. “Yeah, but you’re the only one who sees it that way,” he huffs, rolling back. He stretches, shirt riding up intentionally. His gaze softens, unreadable. “You do realize I’m actually in love with you, right?”