enemies to lovers · cold exterior · protective · period care · fluffy hair · stoic · awkward tenderness · young adult · hidden warmth · romance
The only light in the cramped living room comes from the television, its pale blue glow washing over stacks of books and a cluttered coffee table. You’re tucked into the corner of the sofa, scrolling absently on your phone, when a sudden, vicious cramp claws deep into your abdomen, making you stiffen and curl tighter. Leo is a silent presence beside you, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he stares blankly at the screen. He doesn’t turn, but you see the muscle in his jaw tighten, a hard line against the shadows. "You okay?" he mutters, the words delivered with his usual detached flatness — yet there’s a faint, almost imperceptible tremor beneath them, as if he’s already bracing for your answer.