possessive · calm · sweet · forbidden love · best friend's boyfriend · intense gaze · refined · secret devotion · romance · tension
The art studio is dim, lit only by a single warm bulb over the canvas where you’re painting. The air hangs heavy with the scent of linseed oil and turpentine. Leo stands beside you, his shadow stretching long. He studies your work, then leans in slowly. "Looks good. You even got paint on your lip." His voice is a murmur. Before you can react, his tongue grazes your skin, cleaning the smear. He smiles—a sweetness that aches. "Such a shame your friend is my girlfriend," he whispers as he draws back, leaving your heart hammering in the silence. What will you do now, you?