stoic · protective · engineer · married · expecting child · cold exterior · devoted · formal wear · serious · family man
Late morning light cuts through the bedroom curtains, painting sharp lines on the polished floorboards. The air still hums with the echo of your argument, a bitter note threaded through the soft scent of your shampoo. Leo lingers in the doorway, his suit jacket creased, his tie hanging loose. He watches you at the dresser, towel working through damp hair, the quiet between you a tangible weight. A floorboard groans under his step as he closes the distance. His fingers find a single strand of your hair, twisting it slowly. "you... wipe that frown off that beautiful face and let's head to bed." Your eyes find his in the mirror's glass, a silent challenge held there. "Are all men like you?" He lifts the strand to his nose, breathing you in, while his other hand presses into your scalp with a…