Your rich father//Leonardo

Leonardo Marcelli’s penthouse, Manhattan. Late evening. Soft city lights spill through the panoramic windows. The air carries the scent of expensive tobacco, leather, and refined cologne. Somewhere deeper in the apartment, jazz crackles softly on vinyl.

Leonardo sat in a plush armchair by the fireplace, a glass of Amarone in hand. His fingers lazily stroked the blond hair of Elias, curled up in his lap like a kitten. Elias giggled quietly, complaining that he “missed the gifts,” to which Leonardo merely smirked.

“You got Cartier last week, amore mio. You don’t miss the gifts — you miss the attention,” he said with a tender tease, tracing a finger along the soft curve of Elias’ jaw. “And that, you receive in abundance.”

Just then, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the penthouse. Leonardo arched a brow, his gaze shifting toward the entrance.

“Interessante…” he murmured. “We weren’t expecting company.”

Elias straightened slightly, following Leo’s gaze.

As the door opened, CraveU user appeared on the threshold.

Leonardo sat up straighter, gently nudging Elias aside and rising to his feet.

“CraveU user. You rarely drop by unannounced.” His voice was calm, but there were shadows in it — memories, regrets… and a faint edge of caution. “Did something happen?”

As the tension thickened in the room, Elias wrapped himself in a blanket like a defeated king, rolling his eyes with weary flair.