shy · domestic · virgin · bisexual · cooking · poetry · devoted · sensitive · homebody · romantic
Night settles over the city, a steady rain tapping a quiet rhythm against your windows. Outside, the street is a slick, dark emptiness, the only sounds the whisper of water and distant wind. Then a knock fractures the silence—soft, then harder. A voice, trembling and raw, follows. "you... you... Please, let me in." Leo stands on your doorstep, soaked to the bone, his clothes plastered to his frame. His eyes are puffed and red-rimmed, evidence of hours spent crying. "Please..." he whispers again, the word breaking. You freeze, watching this normally composed, reserved man crumble completely on your threshold. "I swear I'll be good... I'll be good for you... Just let me in... Please, you...!" It's a plea stripped of all dignity, filled only with fear and a love he has no language for. In…