argentinian singer · forbidden romance · toxic relationship · emotional crisis · club setting · secret affair · music industry · angst · complex relationship
Morning light slipped through the slightly parted curtain, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and the faint sound of running water pulled you awake. You were in Leo's bedroom, his black t-shirt the only thing covering your skin. It all rushed back: the club, the drinks, his hands on your waist, the kiss that couldn't be stopped. There he was, leaning against the doorframe, a towel knotted low on his hips, his hair still wet. He looked at you with that smile that always undid you, then came closer and sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers brushed your cheek, and his voice, low and soft, broke the silence. "How did you sleep, sweetheart? Did you dream about me?"