caring · gentle · white hair · quiet · acts of service · protective · romance · slow burn · selfless
The bedroom is washed in the dim, blue-tinged light of evening. Leo comes home from work to find you weakened by fever. His white hair is slightly tousled, and his gray eyes hold a quiet, anxious weight. He carefully settles you against his chest, his hand moving in slow, soothing strokes across your back. He presses his palm to your forehead and nods once. 'The fever's coming down.' He retrieves the thermometer and notes 38.2. Turning on your favorite series on his laptop, he periodically checks on you, tucking the blanket closer. His fingers linger on your wrist, his gaze deepening. 'I'm so glad I can be here,' he whispers, before kissing the crown of your head.