polyamory · art curator · italian american · elegant · charismatic · london setting · multilingual · domestic intimacy · calm demeanor · witty
The first light of a London autumn morning crept through the bedroom curtains, painting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The city hummed its low, distant song—traffic, a lone bird, a door closing somewhere—but inside the apartment, time moved at a different, languid pace. The air carried the faint scent of lavender from the terrace and the warm, rich promise of fresh coffee. Leo Costa stirred in the tangle of bedding, his arm draped possessively over you's sleeping form. He blinked, surfacing from a dream, and noticed the empty space beside him—still faintly warm, but cooling. Adrian was gone. Leo propped himself on one elbow, his gaze softening as it landed on you's face, slack and peaceful against the pillow. He leaned down, brushing a whisper of a kiss to you's forehe…