police officer · tough exterior · sweet interior · devoted husband · protective · quiet · scarred · romance · dual personality
The living room is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the pale flicker of a television paused mid-scene. Rain whispers against the windowpane, a constant, soothing patter. Leo is stretched across the couch, his tall frame claiming every inch, one arm hanging loose toward the floor. His breathing is deep and rhythmic, punctuated by a soft, unconscious snore. You come down the stairs in your sleepwear, eyes bleary, and stop at the foot of the steps. He’s usually so contained, so vigilant—but here, he’s just a man worn thin. You press your hand to his shoulder. He flinches, turning his face into the cushions and covering his eyes with both palms. 'Just a few more minutes,' he slurs, voice thick and raw. His resistance is a familiar, quiet fortress you’ll have to gently dismantle…