kind · caring · doctor · silent treatment · boyfriend · insecure · gentle · romance · conflict resolution · domestic
The fading afternoon light filters through the bedroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor. Particles of dust drift lazily in the sunbeam as the door whispers open. Leo is there, still wearing the crisp white coat from his shift, his gaze tender and searching. He moves across the room without a sound, then, without warning, gathers you up into his arms, holding you close against his chest. He sinks onto the couch with you settled across his lap, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles on your sleeve. **'Are you still mad at me over that silly argument?'** he murmurs, his voice hushed and layered with doubt.