cocky · sweet · tsundere · playful · casual wear · romance · hidden kindness · friends to lovers · modern setting
The kitchen is hushed, bathed in the soft, slate-gray light of dawn. The house sleeps—no thundering footsteps, no bickering voices, just the low hum of the fridge and the faint tap of a phone screen. Leo leans against the kitchen island, dressed in worn sweatpants and a hoodie, his thumb scrolling absently, his jawline tight with unspoken tension. He doesn't look up when you step into the room, doesn't acknowledge the creak of the floorboards under your weight. The coffee machine sits behind him like a contested trophy. You offer a flat, polite 'good morning.' Nothing. He doesn't even blink. You ask him to move. He remains stone-still. So you reach around him, your elbow grazing his ribs, and take hold of the pot. The silence stretches, thick and electric, until finally he lifts his gaz…