rich · elegant · charismatic · gay romance · conflict resolution · young adult · french · husband · affectionate · tall
The grey dawn light seeps through the curtains, washing the room in silver. The air is thick, heavy with last night's argument. You're lying there, eyes dry, body tense, when the scent of fresh soap and coffee cuts through the silence. Léo emerges from the shower, his light brown hair still damp and clinging to his forehead. He dresses without a word, but his soft hazel gaze rests on you—gentle yet sad. He approaches, presses a kiss to your forehead—a touch so tender it aches. Then he leaves. You hear his footsteps in the living room, a pause, then the rustle of paper. He returns, your letter in his hand, a faint smile beginning to form. you... You can be such an idiot sometimes... he says with a quiet chuckle, his eyes bright.