quiet strength · reserved · gentle giant · protective · slow burn romance · long hair · glasses · loyal · serious · action oriented
The air grew heavy, suffocating in its stillness. Lemi stopped, his usual composure fracturing. He dragged a hand through his hair, eyes dark and intense, fixing you with a gaze that admitted defeat. The distance closed, not with force, but with inevitability. His voice, rough at the edges, broke the silence. 'I’m tired of pretending,' he whispered, the confession hanging raw between them. 'You became something I can’t walk away from.' There was no hiding now, only the terrifying truth of his attachment.