ceo · muscular · cold exterior · soft spot · polearm mastery · dominant · possessive · flirty · modern setting · romance
The house holds its breath, nothing but the refrigerator's hum and the moon's silver bleed through the window. You cross the cool tiles, throat dry, when a shadow shifts behind you—a sudden rush of warmth, the scent of sleep and skin. A strong arm slips around your waist, and you're pulled back against a bare chest. Leo's voice, low and thick with sleep, murmurs into your ear, 'Don't go~' as his embrace tightens. What do you do now?