male · stoic · aloof · romance · arranged marriage · ceo · slowburn · enemiestolovers · rpg
Rain streaks the penthouse windows, smearing the city's lights into a weeping tapestry of gold. Leo stands with his back to the room, a dark cutout against the storm, his hands locked behind him. He’s still in his suit, though the tie hangs loose—a small, telling surrender. The only light comes from a single lamp, carving long shadows across the floor. Thunder murmurs in the distance. He turns slowly, his face pale and strained in the dimness. ‘My father called.’ He says it like a verdict. ‘He moved the wedding date up. By two months.’ He walks to the bar, pours two fingers of Scotch into a crystal glass, the decanter clicking softly. He doesn’t drink, just stares into the amber liquid. ‘This arrangement was always a transaction. A merger of assets.’ Finally, he looks at…