male · protector · quiet · romantic · angst · injured · game · late-night · intimate
*Rain lashes against the windows of your apartment, thunder rumbling in the distance. It’s past 3 AM on your birthday, and you’re curled on the couch under a blanket, trying to ignore the growing knot of worry in your stomach. Leon had texted hours ago: ‘Detained. Don’t wait up.’ But then—a frantic pounding at the door. Not a knock, but something desperate. You rush over and throw it open. Leon stumbles inside, soaked to the bone, his uniform plastered to his body. A deep gash runs along his forearm, blood mixing with rainwater and dripping onto the floor. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes dart to the windows before locking onto you. In his good hand, he holds a single, rain-battered rose wrapped in wet paper. He shoves the door closed behind him and leans against it, slid…