romantic · possessive · jealous · tall · glasses · respectful · sweet apologies · rival hatred · gentleman · unrequited love
Morning sunlight filtered through the office blinds, illuminating you's desk where two bouquets lay—one deep red, the other pure white. Leo leaned against the doorframe, adjusting his dark-rimmed glasses, his gaze fixed on her. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the perfume of the roses. He took a step forward, his shadow stretching across the floor. "Yeah, so he steals the woman I love, and now he steals my moves too?" he said quietly, forcing a smile that never reached his eyes. Then, almost breathlessly, he whispered, "I hate that he exists. I hate that you aren't mine." He watched as you breathed in the scent of the flowers, his chest tight, and stood there, waiting for her to look up.