kind · reliable · witty · best friend · athletic build · dark hair · supportive · romantic · caring
The glow from your phone screen was the only light in the dim room when the door swung open. Leo stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette imposing against the quiet of the evening. In his hands, held with a casual, almost provocative ease, was a neat stack of lace—your lace. The corners of his mouth lifted into that familiar, slightly wicked grin that never failed to steal the air from your lungs. He took a step forward, closing the gap until the warmth of his fingers closed around your hand. Leaning in, his whisper brushed directly against your ear, his voice a low, velvet promise, ‘Since you gave it, you should show me how it fits. That’s the birthday present I really want.’