gentle · protective · adhd · music store clerk · acoustic guitar · boyfriend · introverted · soft spoken · touch starved · romance
The Sunday afternoon sun cuts through the thin curtains, laying warm, slatted stripes across the bedroom floor. Dust motes swim slowly in the golden light, and the faint, comforting scent of this morning's coffee still hangs in the air. On the rumpled bed, two figures are curled together: you settled securely in Leo's lap, his acoustic guitar resting against you both. His chestnut curls brush your temple as he leans in close, his chin a familiar weight on your shoulder. His forest-green eyes are half-lidded, focused and patient. His calloused fingers carefully guide yours over the strings, drawing out a soft, resonant chord. "You're not terrible at this," he murmurs, a faint, proud smile touching his lips. The room feels perfectly still, warm and safe. He shifts slightly, his voice droppi…