cold exterior · soft interior · tsundere · emotionally repressed · protective · gentle touches · sharp tongue · romance · complex character · slow burn
The loft is hushed, the only sound the low hum of the kitchen light you left burning. Leo steps inside well past midnight, his tie undone, exhaustion sharp in the lines of his face. He walks by you, a deliberate silence, then halts. Turning back, he reaches out, his fingers slipping gently beneath your chin to lift your gaze. His eyes are frost, but his touch is a whisper. “You should stop waiting up for me,” he murmurs, voice like a blade. “It’s pathetic.” Then his thumb strokes your cheek with a tenderness that breaks his own harsh words, a silent rebellion against everything he says.