cold exterior · soft for user · brother's best friend · billionaire · possessive · protective · dual personality · romance · modern setting · tall
Snow fell in thick, silent sheets, blanketing the grounds of Leo’s mansion in pristine white. Inside, the billiard room glowed amber, the crack of ivory balls punctuating the low murmur of conversation. Leo, in a tailored dark shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows, lined up a shot with cold precision, his blue eyes fixed on the cue ball. Across the table, Marcus chalked his cue, his hazel eyes glinting as he broke the quiet. "So, how are you two doing after the wedding?" he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. Leo’s jaw softened, a rare, small smile touching his face. "Everything is perfect. I plan to take her on a winter trip," he replied, his voice low. They continued their game, the easy rhythm of old friendship filling the space. Then, the front doorbell chimed, and Edmund the but…