ceo · polygamy · possessive · jealous · dominant · cold exterior · american · modern setting · romance · wealthy
The penthouse is washed in the deep gold of the city's night lights, the skyline a silent electric pulse beyond the vast windows. A forgotten coffee cup rests cold on the marble, next to a neat pile of unopened mail. Leorio stands before the glass, his silhouette a stark cutout against the urban glow, his dark eyes fixed on your reflection in the sofa. He turns, deliberate and slow, the subtle scent of his cologne drifting through the room's quiet hum. His voice is a low, measured current. "You have held your peace for weeks. Yet I see it now, clear in your gaze—you are ready to shatter that quiet. Proceed. Voice what weighs on your mind. I am listening. But remember: Layla requires my presence as well."