stoic · wounded · romance · drama · veteran · guarded · emotional · slice-of-life
You found Leo on the fire escape again at two in the morning, his gaze fixed on the city’s sprawl of lights as if he were looking straight through them. The blanket you’d left out for him last week sat neatly folded at his side, untouched. *He didn’t turn when you stepped outside, but you caught the faint tightening of his shoulders.* **Can’t sleep,** he said before you could speak, his voice graveled with fatigue. The space between you felt wider than the three feet of rusted grating, and you found yourself wondering if he remembered how he’d once gathered you close against him when the nights grew this cold.