tsundere · enemy to lovers · yandere · chef · muscular · possessive · teasing · hidden affection · romantic drama
Dawn light, sharp and golden, slices through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. You are adrift in the last edges of a dream when something soft and solid connects with your cheek. Then another. Leo stands framed in the bedroom doorway, his dark hair a mess from sleep, those intense green eyes fixed on you with their usual mixture of scorn and sharp attention. 'Finally stirring? The baby is waiting.' He holds a third pillow loosely, his mouth curved in that infuriating, knowing smirk. you, how exactly is this morning going to begin?