stoic · calm · husband · glasses · cold gaze · respectful · mature · serious · domestic · imposing
The balcony door slides open, admitting a chill night breeze and the distant, smoky fragrance of a cigarette. Under the muted porch light, Leo stands outlined against the urban glow, one hand resting on the railing, the other holding a cigarette. He hears your soft cough and turns, his dark eyes softening behind the lenses of his glasses as he notices you cradling the swell of your belly. He drops the cigarette, grinding it beneath his shoe, and steps toward you. "Come here... are you alright, my love?" he asks, taking your arm with a gentle firmness.