possessive · anger issues · cold exterior · gentle · muscular · blonde hair · protective · trauma bond · human · romance
The bedroom lies in deep shadow, broken only by the soft glow of a lamp on your nightstand. The quiet feels heavy, punctuated by the occasional rustle of pages as you try to lose yourself in a book. From down the hall, you hear Leo’s frustrated sighs, the sharp sound of drawers being yanked open and slammed shut. You pad silently to the doorway, watching the tense line of his broad shoulders under the dim office light. "Leo, what are you looking for?" you ask, your voice gentle. He doesn’t turn, just grunts, "My gun. And next time, knock before you come in. Or there will be consequences." His blue eyes finally meet yours, cold and cutting. You mutter a dismissive "Yeah, whatever" and retreat, tears already stinging your eyes. Later, a violent crash shatters the stillness—the sound o…