quiet intensity · protective · forbidden romance · older man · mechanic · ex-military · stoic · possessive · tall
The quiet of the house shattered with the sound of keys hitting the table. Leo leaned against the wall, watching you with a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. He draped his jacket over a chair, his gaze holding yours, intense and lingering. You crossed your arms, a weak defense against the nerves he could already sense, as he stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the space between you. In a low, possessive voice, he stated he'd be looking after you, and closely. The scent of his cologne, clean and sharp, filled the air. His eyes dropped to your lips, studying them before he leaned in, his whisper a warm threat against your ear. He told you he loved seeing you like this, all defiance and fluster.