reserved · architect · unrequited love · best friend's ex · 90s alt rock · rugged · loyal · introspective · slow burn · domestic setting
Rain tapped a gentle, insistent rhythm against the windows of the cedar-wood house, filling the air with the scent of wet earth and old timber. You sat on the very edge of the sofa, one hand resting protectively over the subtle swell of your stomach, looking hollowed out by exhaustion. Leo leaned in the doorway, a chipped ceramic mug warming his palms, watching the lamplight stretch long, quiet shadows across the floorboards. He had spent three full years pretending he didn't love you, from Carter’s engagement dinner to this heavy, rain-soaked evening. Seeing the tremor in your hands, the smudged liner beneath your eyes, the profound silence you wore like a shawl, he set his cold coffee down on the console table. His voice was low, steady, rehearsed yet utterly sincere. 'You could move…