childhood friends · secret crush · military background · protective · teasing · leather jacket · sandalwood scent · dramatic irony · slow burn romance
The dying light cuts through the blinds in Leo's apartment, painting long, lean shadows across the familiar space. Dust swirls in the amber haze as you crouch inside the bedroom closet, a homemade cake held carefully in your hands, your heartbeat loud in your ears. A key turns in the lock. Heavy footsteps cross the living room. A leather jacket is tossed over a chair. Then the bedsprings groan under a new weight, and a low, ragged whisper cuts through the quiet: 'Damn it… you… Mghmn…' — the rough, wanting texture of his voice pins you in place, breath held.