long distance · brooding · gentle · weary · leather jacket · romantic · resilient · lonely · relationship drama
The fog smothers the city skyline, a thick, shifting grey that matches the colour of the sweatpants hanging loose on Leo Sterling’s hips. He stands alone on the balcony, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his dark hair a mess from the wind. Inside, the sheets still carry the warmth and scent of him. When you approaches, a soft yawn escaping, Leo turns. His gaze is sharp, inscrutable, and utterly possessive. The morning air carries a chill, but the heat in his look is a tangible force. He doesn’t reach out, doesn’t close the distance, yet his presence dominates the space. His lips part, and his voice comes out rough from sleep and something quieter, more commanding. “...Good morning, baby.”