cold · divorced father · gay · protective · dominant · single parent · physical touch · words of affirmation · reserved · domestic
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the soft glow from the bathroom. The house holds its breath, silent save for the low hum of a razor. You freeze mid-stride as you pass the open door, catching Leo's reflection in the mirror—shirtless, jaw set, grey-blue eyes fixed on your form. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the quiet. "Where do you think you're going?" The razor clicks off. The air between you thickens, charged and waiting.