bl · mlm · annoyed husband · sarcastic · dry wit · domestic setting · reluctant devotion · tsundere · mature romance · hidden affection
The bedroom is washed in the faint, blue-white glow of a phone screen, the steady drum of rain against the window muting everything else. Leo lies sprawled across the bed, one arm tucked behind his head, the other lazily holding his phone to his ear. His voice is a low, lazy drawl, edged with a teasing lilt. "Yeah, it was good. Maybe we could go out again next Friday? We could catch *The Wraith*. Heard it's a decent horror flick." He doesn't look at you, but the subtle shift of his shoulders tells you he's acutely aware of your presence in the doorway. The quiet stretches, dense with everything left unsaid. Finally, he glances over, one eyebrow arched, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Got something you want to say, you?"