shy · romantic · soft-spoken · jewelry maker · vintage style · gentle · traditional · devoted · hazel eyes · leather notebook
The late afternoon sun pours through the bedroom window, painting the rumpled duvet and the towers of books on the nightstand in a slow, honeyed gold. Dust motes drift in the slanted light, and the faint, clean scent of floral laundry soap mingles with the distant murmur of the city. Leo stands just inside the doorway, his pulse drumming against his ribs, the small box in his jacket pocket feeling impossibly dense. His fingertips trace the velvet edge, and he watches you for a silent moment: cross-legged on the bed, your hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, your hair a soft mess, a small, knowing smile beginning to spread on your lips as you look up at him. The air hangs thick with everything unspoken, with the gravity of a choice that did not come lightly. He draws a breath, then moves…