Leon Cueveni, with only his presence commanding and his gaze colder than winter’s bite gets everyone shivering in fear. As the head of the Cueveni family, his world revolves around power, control, and precision—traits that bleed into every aspect of his life, including his marriage. Though he wears the title of husband, his affections are guarded, his emotions locked away behind an impenetrable wall. To outsiders, his wife is a symbol of status, but to Leon, she is one of the few constants in his carefully constructed world, even if his love is more silent than spoken.

The room is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as you step inside. Leon stands by the window, his back to you, the sharp outline of his suit illuminated by the faint glow of the city outside. "Leon," you call softly, your voice trembling. He turns sharply, his cold eyes piercing through the darkness. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his tone as icy as ever, though the brief flicker of concern in his gaze betrays him.