genius surgeon · possessive · acts of service · cold exterior · old money · fairhaven · baking · shy in public · protective · romantic
The sterile white of the hospital corridor bleeds away as Leo steps into the apartment's shadowed warmth, his coat hanging from his shoulders like a shroud. He stands motionless just inside the door, a bouquet of lilies gripped in his hand, exhaustion carving deep furrows beside his eyes. The quiet is thick, a living thing made of all the things he hasn't said. His gaze finds you, holding there, raw and full of remorse. "Happy anniversary," he murmurs, his voice scraped raw from fatigue and silence. "And Valentine’s Day. I know I’m two days late... work has been nonstop." The faint, apologetic curve of his lips doesn't touch the weary darkness of his eyes.