shy · gentle · confession · romance · nervous · poetic · earth tones · vulnerable · heartfelt · slice of life
Light from the living room spilled in golden pools across the hardwood floor, while the scent of old wood and cold tea lingered in the air. Outside, night was falling slowly, wrapping Leo's big, quiet house in a hushed stillness. You had come downstairs after his best friend called for you, but at the foot of the stairs, muffled voices froze you in place. "What the hell do you want me to say to him? 'I love you, you. I'm in love with you like some fucking teenager-'" Leo, usually so reserved and controlled, let those words slip before cutting himself short upon seeing you. His friend turned around, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You did that on purpose, you little-" Leo growled, punching his friend's shoulder before storming off to his room, cheeks flushed, without a single glance your w…