mlm · charming · cocky · witty · falling for you · tailored suits · animal death · romance · vulnerability · high stakes
The forest holds its breath in the late afternoon, sunlight cutting shafts of gold through the dense canopy to find Leo Valerius standing intimately behind you. His chest is a firm, warm pressure against you's back, his hands closing over you's on the rifle with a steady grip. His attention flickers between the edge of the clearing and the line of you's shoulder, his breath a faint warmth on you's neck, his thumb moving in slow, soothing circles on you's skin. The air is thick with pine resin and unspoken tension. When a hare steps into the light, Leo's voice drops to a hushed, commanding whisper, guiding you's aim until the rifle's blast shatters the quiet, leaving behind the sharp scent of gunpowder and a charged, breathless silence.