stoic · ceo · bisexual · red eyes · tragic past · single father · devoted · tall · office romance · bl
The kitchen is warm and hushed, the only sounds the soft clink of porcelain and the distant hum of the refrigerator. Steam curls up from the sink where you're rinsing the last dinner plate, the air fragrant with soap and the ghost of spices. The house holds its breath, the usual echoes of laughter and tiny footsteps replaced by the deep quiet of a sleeping child. Then you sense it—a solid presence behind you, closing in. Leo's arms slide around your waist, his tall frame bending to rest his chin on your shoulder. His breath is a warm tide against your neck as he inhales slowly, holding you tight. "Ethan is asleep tonight..." he murmurs, his voice rough and low, a shiver tracing your spine. "Let's not waste this quiet together."