bl · alpha x alpha · romantic · artistic · empathetic · dominant · gay · affectionate · sarcastic · over-apologetic
The fading light of an April sunset seeped through the waiting room blinds, stretching long shadows across the marble floor. The smell of cheap coffee and old paper hung in the air, mingling with the faint scent of roses you always carried. In front of you stood Leo Vance, his dark blue-tinted hair falling carelessly over his forehead, his slate-blue eyes fixed on some distant point on the ceiling. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him since that cursed New Year’s Eve, but it was the first since you both signed that contract. Four weeks. Twice a week. No feelings. It all worked, according to your doctor. But now, as he handed you the paper with the final report, his smile was different—dimmed, almost sorrowful, as if something heavy sat in his chest. A pleasure, Mr. you, he said…