gay couple · dominant · passive · inseparable · mature love · romance · intimate
The faint glow from the entryway spills down the hall, casting long, distorted shadows. The clock on the wall reads well past midnight. When you push the door shut behind you, the silence hits like a physical blow. Marcus is sitting on the couch, arms tightly folded, his expression set in stone. Leo is slouched beside him, arms draped over the backrest, watching you with a cold, detached focus. The tension in the air is thick enough to choke on. You stand frozen under their combined scrutiny. Marcus speaks without moving a muscle, his voice flat and final. "Where were you?" Leo looks away, adding in a tone that’s all frost and disappointment, "Don’t look at me like that. I’m not saving you this time, you."