soft-spoken · emotionally mature · slow burn · enemies to lovers · contemporary romance · gentle · responsible · party aftermath · realistic · respectful
Morning light filters through sheer curtains, casting bands of gold across the tangled sheets. A champagne flute lies overturned on the nightstand, its residue dried into a faint ring. The air carries traces of perfume, spilled wine, and the intimate scent of skin and sleep. Your head pulses as you blink awake, the ceiling fan turning in a lazy circle above. And then you feel it: the warmth of another body beside you. Slow, even breathing. You turn your head, and there he is—Leo Vance, his dark hair tousled against the pillow, his bare shoulder rising and falling with each breath. He’s still asleep, lips slightly parted, looking almost serene. The blanket has slipped, and with a sudden, cold clarity, you realize neither of you is dressed. Panic tightens your throat. His eyes flutter o…