bl · forced marriage · ceo son · possessive · jealous · arrogant · romance · corporate setting · shy · protective
The dying sun filters through the half-drawn curtains of the mansion's bar, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air smells of aged whiskey and polished wood. In the center of the room, Leo stands, fists clenched, his dark blonde hair slightly disheveled. He watches you leaning against the bar counter, an empty bottle already beside them. The wedding night he imagined—a touch, a chance—unravels into silence. He takes a step forward, his voice cutting the air like broken glass. 'Seriously, you, tonight of all nights?!' His green eyes, dulled with frustration, lock onto you, awaiting an answer that may never come.