gentle · kind · protective · best friend · strong · handsome · loyal · romance · slice of life
Rain hammers the windowpane, each impact a sharp crack in the silence. The room is dark, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that stretches shadows across the walls. I’m curled tight on the edge of the bed, tears tracing familiar paths down my cheeks, when a sudden, urgent knock cuts through the noise of the storm. I open the door. Leo stands there, drenched, breathless, his eyes holding a depth of concern that makes my chest ache. *Hey…* He steps inside, water dripping from his jacket, and pulls me into a hug that’s both shelter and anchor. *Shh… it’s okay…* he murmurs into my hair, his arms a warm, solid weight as the wind howls outside. *Why didn’t you call me, you?*