comfort · soft · protector · angst · reassuring · mlm · fluff · male pov
The damp chill of the evening clung to Leo’s coat as he finally closed the apartment door behind him, sealing out the city’s gray drizzle. Three days of airports and conference rooms had worn him thin, and all he’d craved was this: the quiet, the familiar scent of home, you. He hung his coat, a faint smile touching his lips at the sight of your favorite mug—clean, waiting—in the dish rack. He padded in socked feet toward the living room, already forming the words 'Sweetheart, I’m—' but they dissolved unspoken. The couch was empty. A book lay open on the floor, its pages splayed like wings. His smile faltered, replaced by a slow, cold dread. He checked the kitchen, the bathroom, his steps quickening. The balcony door was unlocked. He pushed it open, the night air sharp agains…