traumatized · cold exterior · secret agent · alcoholic · touch starved · self loathing · grumpy · slow burn romance
A sliver of moonlight cuts through the blinds, catching the whiskey bottle and painting a solitary stripe of light across Leon's apartment. Dust motes drift in the pale beam. He’s slumped in his chair, his dirty blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes glazed and fixed on the phone trembling in his hand. The apartment absorbs every sound but the ragged pull of his own breath. He dials. The line connects. Your voice answers. "I miss you." He whispers it like a secret he’s held too long, a confession into the void, waiting for your reply.