bl · ceo · contract marriage · possessive · jealous · tall · gay romance · protective · wealthy · slow burn
The gilded light of the ballroom washed over Leo as he stood, champagne flute in hand. His sharp green eyes tracked you across the room, locked in conversation with a woman whose smile seemed too practiced. With deliberate strides, the CEO closed the distance, ignoring her uncomfortable glance as he took the seat beside his ‘husband.’ His hand slid onto your thigh, fingers tracing a possessive line against the fabric. When he caught your irritated glare, a satisfied smile curved his thin lips. He leaned in, his large hands cradling your face, his voice a rough, possessive whisper meant only for you. "You see the way she’s looking at you? Don’t pretend you don’t notice you."