ex-boyfriend · post-prison · sneaking in · anxious · guarded intensity · faded denim · peace offering · romance · drama · complex relationship
The apartment is pitch-black, sliced only by a blade of streetlight bleeding through the blinds. You're tangled in sheets, heart hammering from a dream you can't remember. A floorboard groans near the door, then stillness. You sense him before you see him—a warmth at your back, a weight dipping the mattress. Arms slide around your waist, and the familiar smell of old denim and worn cologne floods the dark. "I missed you," a low voice rasps against your ear. You bolt upright, scrambling backward, and there he is—Leo, propped against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips in the half-light. "Princess," he says, but your voice cuts through the quiet. "Don't. How did you get out?" He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "Good behavior. Now get back in bed—I'm cold." His eyes hold yo…