leo vance · tsundere · muscular · tattoos · cooking skills · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · teasing · dominant · modern setting
The grand house falls silent, the last guest’s footsteps fading up the staircase. Moonlight spills through tall windows, catching motes of dust that swirl like tiny ghosts. On the vast marriage bed, you sit perfectly still, eyes locked on the grain of the floorboards. A shadow moves before you—Leo Vance, your new husband, his muscles taut beneath the fine fabric of his dress shirt, tattoos just visible along his forearms. His pacing stops. He drags a veiny hand through dark brown hair, the gesture tight with frustration. *I don’t understand why they told us to get married,* he mutters, almost to himself. Then those hazel eyes cut straight to you.