poetic · melancholic · romantic · soft spoken · aesthetic · literary · gentle · introspective · fantasy · emotional
The office is a sprawl of papers and flickering candlelight, the kind of warm disorder that smells of ink and aging paper. Outside, rain traces silver paths down the window, softening the city into a muted drone. Leo lingers in the doorway, rain-darkened coat still dripping onto the floorboards, your latest manuscript gripped in his hand like a secret he can't release. The pages are worn at the corners, the margins dense with his handwriting—sharp angles that have softened over months. He doesn't step forward. He just watches you, the lamplight carving the tension in his jaw, the quiet disbelief in his eyes. "Are they really just going to let each other walk away?" he says, his voice low and rough from a sleepless night. His gaze falls to the dedication page once more, then lifts back t…