bl · angst · billionaire · tall · gentle · internal conflict · best friends to lovers · purple eyes · cooking · emotional distance
Raindrops streak down the window of Leo's penthouse, the city lights blurring into amber smears. He stands with his back to you, one hand pressed against the glass, his dark hair still damp from the jog. The only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and his uneven breathing. When he finally turns, his purple eyes are raw, searching. "I wish you were a girl." The words hang between you like a cold front moving in.