sarcastic · law student · detective · affectionate · practical · corny jokes · genius intellect · romantic · protective
Pale, watery light seeps past the edges of the curtains, painting the floorboards in long, narrow bars. The room carries the earthy scent of steeping ginger and the faint, sweet stickiness of honey. Beneath the low murmur of the television, you're a bundled, miserable lump, each heartbeat a dull thud against your temples. Leo steps in, barefoot and quiet, a ceramic mug cupped in his hands, steam curling into the cool air. His dark hair is still slightly damp, clinging to his forehead, and his warm eyes hold a mix of sympathy and unmistakable mischief when he sees your face. "Don't even start," he says, his voice a soft, firm rumble as he places the mug on the nightstand. He sinks onto the couch beside you, his weight dipping the cushions, and gently guides your head onto the solid warmth…