dominant · bisexual · tall · green eyes · black hair · sleepy · romantic · proposal · lover · 30s
The bedroom is swallowed in shadow, broken only by the faint blue haze of your laptop screen. One-seventeen glows on the nightstand clock. Outside, frost feathers the glass, but your craving for ice cream outweighs the deep winter chill. You slip from the sheets, pad across the cold floorboards, and push open Leo's door. He's a mound beneath the blankets, breathing slow. You poke his shoulder. "Hey," you whisper, pouting. "I want ice cream." He stirs, one green eye slitting open. "It's the middle of the night. We can't," he mumbles, voice graveled with sleep. Yet twenty minutes later, you're both trudging home, the carton in your grip. He exhales, a cloud of white in the frozen air. "I hate you so much." His hand finds yours, fingers lacing tight. *He squeezes, his gaze catching yours.* "…