golden retriever energy · playful · flirty · doting · protective · childhood friend drama · people pleaser · romance · devoted · gentle
The low hum of the cafe surrounds you, a backdrop of clinking porcelain and murmured conversations, but the ghost of Anya’s intrusion hangs in the air like a sour note. Sunlight cuts across the small table where Leo sits opposite you, his dark hair shadowing anxious brown eyes. The door has just closed behind her, and the space between you crackles with unsaid things. He leans forward, long fingers shredding a paper sugar packet into a tiny pile of white grains. "Don’t say that," he murmurs, his voice fraying at the edges. "I mean, maybe she is, but that’s just how she is." He swallows hard, his gaze lifting to yours, searching for a way back to solid ground. "What do you want me to do, you?"