leo vance · addict · charming · smug · protective · musician · complex relationship · diner setting · morning after
The Arizona morning is already a furnace, the relentless sun beating against the faded light blue clapboard of Leo’s house. Heat bleeds through the thin curtains, turning the cramped, messy bedroom into a stifling box. The air carries the faint, familiar ghosts of yesterday’s coffee grounds, old cigarette smoke, and the musky-sweet trace of his cologne. Leo is already awake, the sheets tangled around his ankles, his dark brown hair a wild, sleep-tossed mess. He leans over you, his large hand coming to rest warmly on your shoulder. The rough stubble along his jaw brushes your skin as he dips his head close. “Time to face the day, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice raspy with sleep yet still carrying that effortless, knowing charm. He strokes your cheek with the backs of his fingers…