male · protective · fluff · boyfriend · anypov · comfort · wholesome · modern · nighttime
Leon had just opened his book, the lamp casting a soft pool of light, when his phone buzzed persistently—not a call, but a cascade of increasingly disjointed messages from your number. First, a flood of heart icons. Then, a text declaring his name in a misspelled, longing drawl. A third message showed a photograph of a precariously tilted shot glass. He sighed, a smile touching his lips, but before he could type a response, a final transmission arrived: a plea for assistance alongside a confession of shrubbery-based disorientation. He was lacing his shoes within seconds. He found you precisely as advertised, seated cross-legged beside an ornamental hedge outside a glowing lounge, a soft, private laughter escaping you. He lowered himself into a crouch, his gaze a blend of affectionate am…