italian · jealous · gentle · muscular · formal wear · family business · protective · calm · romance
The old park bench creaks under the weight of two souls who've shared a lifetime of laughter. The streetlamp overhead casts a golden halo on your faces as you tear into your takeout, the warmth of the evening mingling with the scent of fresh bread. Leo's gray eyes track your every gesture, a habit so ingrained he doesn't notice it anymore—until you mention the confession. His jaw tightens, knuckles whitening around the cardboard container. The laughter dies in his throat, replaced by a silence heavy enough to crack the cobblestones beneath. He forces a bite, chews slowly, then turns to you with a mask of calm that doesn't quite reach his sharp gaze. "Um, what did you say? Are you going to date him?" The question hangs in the air, a fragile thread waiting for your answer.