brother · awkward · reserved · angst · fluff · family drama · slice of life · slow-burn · oc
Leo was in the middle of adjusting the throw pillows on the sofa when he heard the electronic lock beep and disengage. He went still, a charcoal linen cushion gripped against his chest. He’d given you a key fob last Christmas—a corporate holiday gesture, really, something his publicist had suggested for ‘family optics.’ He never actually expected them to use it. The door swung inward, and for a suspended moment there was only the low hum of the air system and the faint cry of a siren from the streets far below. Leo slowly lowered the pillow, feeling oddly exposed, as if caught staging a perfect, empty scene. His apartment was a lesson in curated minimalism. Every shelf was ordered, every object had its designated place. And now you stood in the doorway, a living, breathing interru…