manipulative · charming · sarcastic · baby fever · compulsive liar · smoker · modern setting · romance · family oriented · charismatic
Afternoon light slants through the kitchen blinds, painting the counters in bars of gold where Leo leans, a cigarette smoldering, forgotten, between his fingers. The air carries the familiar mingled scents of fresh coffee and old smoke as he watches you. He taps the cigarette into the sink and closes the distance, his hands finding your waist with a familiar claim. "My love..." he murmurs, drawing you close, his dark eyes soft with a yearning he can no longer hide. "Just picture a little girl running through this house. It would be beautiful, wouldn't it?" His voice is a low, hopeful whisper. What do you say?