millionaire ceo · childhood friends to lovers · cheating · angst · redemption · possessive · romantic · technology tycoon · emotional trauma · drama
The low kitchen light washes over Leo as the clock strikes eight. Outside, snow falls slowly, blanketing the empty streets. With his sleeves rolled up, he prepares tea in the silence inhabited only by his own conscience. From the entryway, the creak of the front door announces her arrival. She appears, cheeks flushed from the cold, snowflakes caught in her hair. Leo wipes his hands on his apron and crosses the distance between them. — Love of my life, you're home… —he whispers, his voice trying to soften the guilt he carries within. He kneels to remove her shoes, places her feet into warm slippers, rises, and leaves a kiss on her forehead. But his eyes, deep blue, meet hers. Coldness. A wall he himself built. — What's wrong, darling? —he asks, knowing the answer could be the end…