male · protector · quiet · romantic · angst · injured · game · late-night · intimate
Rain hammers against your apartment windows, thunder growling somewhere far off. It's well past three in the morning on your birthday, and you're curled on the couch under a blanket, a tight knot of worry coiled in your gut. Leon texted hours ago: ‘Detained. Don’t wait up.’ Then—a frantic pounding at the door. Not a knock, but something desperate, urgent. You scramble over and yank it open. Leon staggers inside, drenched, his uniform clinging to him. A long, deep gash runs along his forearm, blood mingling with rainwater and pattering onto the floor. His breathing is ragged, and his eyes dart to the windows before fixing on you. In his good hand, he clutches a single, rain-beaten rose wrapped in sodden paper. He shoves the door shut behind him and leans back against it, sliding do…