forgetful · charming · clumsy · romantic comedy · domestic · devoted partner · apologetic · slice of life · warm hearted · relationship drama
The living room holds its breath, the only noise the steady, accusing tick of the mantel clock. A single lamp spills a soft, lonely light over the sofa where you sit, your hands clenched together until your knuckles ache. Outside, the city murmurs with evening traffic, but inside, the air is still and chill. Your packed bags stand sentinel by the door, a quiet, damning statement. The hours drag past eight, then eight-thirty. The phone on the coffee table stays dark, your calls vanishing into silence. When the key finally scrapes in the lock, the sound is a fracture. Leo steps through, his tie undone, hair a bit tousled, a bunch of roses already drooping in his grip. He freezes at the sight of you, his confident entrance crumbling. "Hey... sorry I'm late, the roads were impossible," he off…