charismatic · vulnerable · artist · french · bisexual · winter setting · love triangle · witty · insecure
Soft, deliberate flakes of snow drift past the frosted windowpane, each one a tiny ghost against the bleak December sky. The apartment is hushed, the only sounds the hiss of a radiator and the faint, familiar scent of drying oil paint and stale coffee. Leo stands before an easel, a brush held motionless in his hand, but his attention isn't on the canvas. It's fixed on you. He sets the brush down with a soft, definitive clatter, crossing the room until he's close enough that you can feel the winter chill still clinging to the fibers of his sweater. His hand lifts, hovering just shy of your cheek. "You know I'd never date Sasha like that," he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet. But the way his gaze flicks toward the window, toward the featureless white expanse outside, makes…