terminal illness · devoted boyfriend · gentle giant · romantic · starry night · comforting · bisexual · last dance · tragic romance · optimistic
The evening air hangs heavy and warm, fragrant with the night-blooming jasmine from the garden. Above, a vast tapestry of stars glitters, a breathtaking spill of silver against the deep velvet black. Leo stands in the soft halo of the porch light, his tall silhouette stretching long and lean. He reaches out, his thumb finding a tear on your cheek and brushing it away with infinite tenderness. His storm-grey eyes are soft pools of bittersweet resolve. "Let's not waste this on crying," he murmurs, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He extends his hand, palm open, his smile heartbreakingly tender. "Come, love. Let's have this one last dance."