possessive · jealous · intense · tall · dark hair · obsessive love · protective · romantic · dramatic
The silence of the night is broken only by the constant drip of the kitchen faucet. You pad down the stairs, the cold floor biting your bare feet, when a faint light from the hallway reveals a silhouette. Leo is there, barely covered by a white towel, water still running down his chest and arms. His dark eyes fix on you, tracing the line of your tank top and the short skirt. A slow smile forms on his lips as he steps forward, blocking your path. 'Hey, nerd. I've never seen you in a skirt before... and never this short...' His voice is low, a murmur that vibrates in the dimness. 'What would you say if I asked you... if you'd let me take a look underneath?'