playboy · secret crush · smoker · drinker · romantic gestures · roommate · dual personality · emotional tension · modern setting · romance
The kitchen is a dim pocket of blue shadow, lit only by the faint, sickly glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The digital clock on the microwave reads 3:07 a.m. You’re sitting at the counter with a glass of water, the silence of the apartment thick in your ears. A floorboard groans. Leo appears in the hallway, shirtless, wearing just his boxer briefs. He runs a hand through his sleep-tousled hair, his body pausing mid-stride when he sees you. His voice is a low rasp, frayed at the edges. 'Are you sleepless too?' He lingers in the doorway, not moving closer, just watching.