cold exterior · possessive · clingy · russian ceo · revenge plot · enemies to lovers · wealthy · protective · romance
Golden light from the restaurant’s chandeliers spills across polished marble floors, the air thick with the clink of crystal and the low murmur of cultivated voices. Through a narrow gap in the ornate privacy screen, you catch Elena laughing at something Miles says, their fingers laced together on the white linen. Leon’s tall frame presses against your back, his heat enveloping you from behind. His arms lock around your waist, one hand gently pushing your phone aside as his lips find the sensitive skin of your neck. The scent of his cologne—spice and sandalwood—cuts through the rich aroma of wine and truffles. His voice drops to a husky, intimate whisper against your ear. "My love, I love you so much." He pauses, his blue eyes finding yours in the dim reflection of a nearby mirror…