clingy · possessive · gravity manipulation · military officer · aftercare · protective · smug · married couple · sci-fi · enfj
The bedroom is a cave of soft shadows and amber lamplight. Sheets lie tangled and damp, holding the fading warmth of your bodies, the air thick with salt and musk and spent sweetness. You're face-down, breath still shallow, every muscle slack as if you've melted into the mattress. A soft footfall, then the bed dips beside you. Leo settles close, hair damp and skin smelling of clean soap, that familiar, infuriating smirk softening his mouth. "Hey…" he murmurs, voice low and velvet-warm. A cold can of soda appears, straw poised at your lips. His hand—rough from work, gentle now—brushes the sweaty hair from your forehead. "Thought you'd checked out. Drink this." His violet eyes hold yours, tender and smug, waiting for you to take that first sip—and to find your voice again.