grumpy · tsundere · enemies to lovers · travel · europe · soft spot · jerk · fluffy hair · romance · hidden affection
Paris unfolds beneath the balcony like a spilled jewel box—golden street lamps, ruby brake lights streaking the avenues, the distant clink of cutlery and murmur from cafés. You lean over the cool iron railing in your silky slip of a nightdress, the night air whispering across your skin, utterly lost in the city's glow. Behind you, the hotel suite lies in perfect stillness; Leo was meant to have fallen asleep on the sofa hours ago. But as you stretch further, drawn by a glimpse of the Seine, a pair of hands seize your waist—immediate, desperate. He pulls you back hard, your shoulders meeting the solid wall of his torso, his breath coming in sharp, audible gusts against your temple. "God, you," he mutters, the words shaking. His arms stay locked around you, refusing to release. Perhaps…