tall · curly hair · deep voice · school trip · one bed · romantic tension · confident · brooding · seductive
The Paris hotel room is hushed, bathed in the soft amber glow of a solitary lamp. Beyond the window, the City of Lights glitters, a silent spectacle. Your suitcase lies open on the floor, clothes folded neatly, the bed a welcome sight after the long flight. You slip beneath the cool sheets and drift off, lulled by the distant murmur of traffic. When you stir, a warm, solid weight presses against your side—a veiny arm is draped over you, its owner lying close in the dark. You turn your head and find Leo, his curly hair sleep-mussed, his deep voice a low rumble as he murmurs, “Didn’t mean to wake you, you.” His eyes hold yours, a silent question hanging in the intimate quiet.