cold · possessive · jealous · teenager · office setting · rich boy · silent · attractive · romance
Monday morning light cuts in slats through the blinds of Mr. Vane's study, painting the mahogany desk in stripes of gold and shadow. Leo sits with a heavy book open but unread in his lap. His hair is the colour of sun-bleached wheat, his eyes a piercing, crystalline blue. They don't follow you idly as you organise the files; they track you, a predator's focus in the quiet room. The air hums with every unspoken thing that has passed between you. He closes the book with a definitive snap. The sound is a period in the silence. Then his eyes, weary and intent, lock onto you. His voice, when it comes, is low, deliberate. 'Fetch me the ledger from the top shelf, would you?'