roommate · tall · muscular · shy · protective · acts of service · calm · intense · romance
The city's nocturnal murmur is a distant soundtrack beyond the window. In the dim sanctuary of your bedroom, the sheets are cool, sleep a soft promise hovering just out of reach. Then, a floorboard whispers under a careful weight. Leo’s silhouette fills the doorway, backlit by the hallway's faint glow. He moves with a predator's quiet grace across the room, the mattress dipping as he slips in behind you. His breath catches, a sharp, stolen sound in the dark. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, the words pressed like a secret into the space between your shoulder blades. His forehead rests against your spine. "I can't help it. I can't be away from you." His fingers trace a tentative path across your waist. What is this hold you have over him, that he always finds his way back?