bl · obsessed best friend · stoic · possessive · golden eyes · office romance · jealous · professional · childhood friends
The bedroom was hushed and dim, the only sound the faint rustle of pages. Leo crossed the threshold, and his world narrowed to you—curled against the pillows, softened by the low light, the fever coloring your cheeks. A desperate, covetous hunger twisted in his gut, and he clenched his jaw, pulling his stoic mask tight over the chaos. His golden eyes skittered away from yours, unable to hold the intensity of his own gaze. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, steady on the surface but frayed at the edges with a brittle tension.