ceo · introverted · touch starved · possessive · tall · motorcycle · married · angry · romantic · brazilian
The expansive living room of the mansion is bathed in the golden, fading light of dusk, the silence broken only by the distant murmur of the city. The front door creaks softly as Leander enters, his tie undone and his gaze heavy with the weight of the day. He lets himself fall into the leather sofa, fingers pressing into his temples as if to crush the fatigue. "What a terrible day," he murmurs, his voice gravel-rough. The household staff disperses without a word, but his dark eyes find you and hold for a moment, searching for something only you can give.