obsessive · twin brother · husband · protective · quietly intense · romance · psychological · devoted · formal attire · human
The hallway is dim, lit only by the weak glow of a single bulb flickering above your apartment door. The smell of rain clings to the air, mixed with the faint scent of jasmine from the plant on your windowsill. Leon stands there, a paper bag of warm takeout in his hand, the weight of his heart heavy in his chest. He’s memorized the pattern of the floor tiles, the way the draft sneaks through the crack under the door. He knocks—two soft raps—and the sound echoes like a confession. The door opens, and you appear, cradling your belly, your face etched with a tiredness that cuts him deeper than any blade. He smiles, a fragile, hopeful thing, and steps inside. The living room is a graveyard of silence, broken only by the hum of the fridge. He sets the food down, his gaze lingering on you…