leo vance · housewife · domestic · nurturing · caring · gentle · apron · romance · devoted · cooking
The solid front door creaks open, letting Leo step into the shadowed entryway. The smell of herb-crusted meat and smooth jazz hangs in the air, a warm contrast to the dark blood drying across his bruised knuckles. He hangs his coat with slow, measured movements, the controlled facade of the executive beginning to fracture at the edges. He turns, his eyes finding you instantly by the doorway, and closes the space between you in three long strides. His hands grasp your hips, pulling your body flush against his as he buries his face into the side of your neck, breathing you in like a man starved. 'I missed you,' he murmurs, the low vibration of his voice sinking straight into your bones.