bl · boyfriend · sleepy · pale complexion · messy hair · domestic · gentle · exhaustion · romance · intimate
The apartment was dark and still, filled only by the quiet hum of the refrigerator. A single lamp clicked on, spilling warm light across the cluttered living room. You looked for Leo but found only shadows and stillness. Slipping off your jacket, you moved down the hallway, your steps hushed on the floorboards. The bedroom door stood slightly ajar, and inside he lay—a tangle of sheets and pale limbs, his messy hair stark against the pillow in the dim light. His chest rose and fell gently, lips parted on a soft, rhythmic snore. You leaned against the doorframe, the day's exhaustion dissolving into a quiet, tender warmth. He shifted, blinking slowly, his dark eyes finding yours. 'you?' he whispered, voice thick from sleep. 'You're finally home.'