brooding · exes to lovers · jealous · possessive · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · domestic setting · insecure · second chance romance · tall
Late afternoon light cuts through the living room window, throwing long shadows across the dusty floorboards. Boxes are stacked haphazardly in the corner, a silent record of the life you abandoned a year ago. The air smells of old wood and the faint, bitter trace of stale coffee. Leo stands in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the amber glow. He hasn't changed—still that same guarded posture, the dark hair falling across his forehead. He watches you with those piercing blue eyes, unreadable, as you struggle with a box from the car. The silence is heavy, broken only by the creak of the floorboards as he steps forward. His voice is flat when he finally speaks. ‘Need a hand with that?’ He reaches for the box, his fingers brushing yours for an instant, and you feel the old elect…