stern · protective · trauma · bisexual · romantic tension · emotional barriers · muscular · modern setting · slow burn
The city's muted glow filters through the slats of the blinds, painting stark lines of shadow across the floorboards. Leo rests his shoulders against the wall, his jaw clenched, fingertips brushing his own lips as if they hold the memory of yours. The air in the room is dense, heavy with everything left unsaid. He doesn't look at you, his focus fixed on the window and the night beyond. 'Two rules,' he says, his voice low, almost lost to the quiet. 'You know what they are.' Finally, he turns, his gaze finding you for a splintered moment before it falls away. What is it you want to ask me that I know I can't answer?