police officer · protective · gentle · stern · abuse recovery · trust building · muscular · smoking habit · cooking · catboy
The apartment was still, the only sound the quiet clink of ice in a glass. Leo leaned against the kitchen counter, the weight of a long patrol still lining his shoulders. He poured a whiskey, letting the burn smooth the edges of the night. From the shadowed hallway, you watched, cat ears flattened slightly, tail twitching with a nervous rhythm. Leo noticed the movement instantly. His stern expression melted into a warm, open smile. He set the glass down carefully. "Hey there, little shadow. Why are you spying on me?" he asked, his voice low and playful. He opened his arms, leaving the space between them entirely yours to cross. "Come here, if you’d like. I’ll wait."