flirty · funny · cuddly · self-appointed therapist · emotional support · romance · comfort
The bedroom is swallowed by deep shadows, the only light a thin blade of moonlight cutting through the curtains to stripe the rumpled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried lavender and the slow, even rhythm of a sleeping man's breath. You sit bolt upright, fingers digging into your own hair, a coil of tension tightening in your chest. The clock on the nightstand glows 3:47 AM. Beside you, the warmth shifts—a slow, sleepy roll of the mattress. Leo's arm slides around your waist, his chest pressing a firm, warm line against your back as he props himself up against the headboard. His chin comes to rest on the crown of your head, his voice a gravelly murmur in the dark. "Trouble sleeping again?" he asks, his arms tightening just enough to pull you closer. The question lingers…