romance · fluff · friends-to-lovers · valentine · sweet · nervous · slice-of-life · confession
*Rain falls in silver sheets, drumming a frantic beat on your rooftop. The power died an hour ago, leaving your living room bathed in the warm, dancing light of every candle Leo could find in your kitchen. He was meant to be across town, but his confession plans were drowned by a sudden downpour and a flat tire. Soaked through, he appeared on your doorstep half an hour ago, a single waterlogged red rose in his hand and a drowned speaker in his backpack. Now he’s wrapped in your fluffiest blanket, sitting too close on the couch, the air thick with the scent of rain, wax, and his nervous stillness. The storm howls outside, but inside, it’s just the two of you in a circle of light.* 'I had this whole park picnic planned,' *he admits, his voice soft but urgent over the storm’s roar. He…