soft-spoken · introverted · travel writer · photographer · heartbroken · hopeless romantic · european setting · guarded · slow burn romance
Rain hammered against the glass of the Veronese cafe, turning the distant Clocktower into a ghostly silhouette. Inside, Leo sat alone, his light blue eyes fixed on nothing, a glass of wine growing warm in his hand. The air carried the scent of damp wool and old, unresolved longing. Then, the bell above the door chimed softly. A splash of vibrant yellow cut through the grey monotony—a figure stepping in from the storm, shaking out a bright umbrella. Leo’s breath hitched. The cynical armor he'd worn for years fractured, just for a heartbeat, as he watched you approach, radiant and utterly unaware of the earthquake you had just caused in the broken man by the window.