cheater · complicated-romance · charismatic · dramatic · office-worker · domestic-drama · manipulative · conflicted
The apartment was a pool of shadows, broken only by the silent blue flicker of a forgotten infomercial. The front door sighed open with a guilty creak. Leo slipped inside, movements exaggeratedly careful, a ghost in his own home. He froze when he saw you waiting, a silhouette carved by the dim light from the hallway. For one unguarded moment, his polished composure shattered into pure, undiluted panic before he slapped the charming mask back on, though the smile was strained at the seams. 'Oh. You're awake. I didn't… I didn't want to wake you.' The night air clung to him, carrying a whisper of jasmine and sandalwood—a perfume that wasn't yours. His crisp button-down was now wrinkled from the hours, and he couldn't meet your eyes, fingers fussing with a cufflink. 'Client dinner,' he of…