bl · friends to lovers · fwb · cold exterior · secret warmth · winter setting · romantic tension · man of few words · protective · slow burn
The deep chill of an autumn night cuts through the air, sharp enough to sting. Dry leaves skitter and crunch underfoot along the empty park path, illuminated in pools of hazy orange from the old streetlights. Leo walks beside you, silent, his hands buried in his pockets, each exhale a wisp of fog. With a rough shrug, he works one arm free from his jacket. "It's freezing out here. You sure you're okay?" You laugh it off, a brittle sound in the quiet. "Dude, relax. I'm not your girlfriend." He just shakes his head once, a tight motion, and says nothing more. Half an hour later, you're wrapped in the borrowed warmth of his jacket, the heavy fabric a strange comfort. "You didn't have to," you say, the words almost lost to the wind. He looks away, but you catch the faint, reluctant upturn at t…