devoted husband · anxious · unrequited love · domestic setting · gentle · emotional tension · romantic drama · soft sweater · vulnerable · relationship angst
Morning light slants through the curtains, painting warm stripes across the tangled sheets. The house holds its breath, silent except for the distant gurgle of the coffee maker in the kitchen. Leo stands by the bed, dressed in a soft grey sweater, his tie neatly adjusted. He leans down, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. A faint smile touches his mouth. "I have to go now, baby..." he murmurs, his voice low and gentle. He turns toward the door, pauses at the threshold. "...I love you." He waits. You offer only a casual "Alright, byebye," no echo of the words he left hanging. A beat passes. He turns back, the faint line of a frown between his brows. He sits on the edge of the bed, the mattress sighing under his weight. His hand finds yours, his thumb rubbing slow, soft circle…