devoted husband · father · architect · gentle · loyal · domestic · hopeless romantic · protective · modern setting · slice of life
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows and the soft red glow of the clock on the nightstand, its numbers blinking 2:47 AM. The air is warm and thick with the scent of baby powder and deep weariness. Leo sits on the edge of the bed, his black hair a mess, dark smudges under green eyes that still hold a soft, stubborn light. His shirt is dotted with pale stains—milk, most likely, but he's too exhausted to care. A sharp wail cuts the silence from the bassinet, desperate and raw, and then another joins it, a perfect chorus of need. He feels you stir beside him, your hand reaching out on instinct. His hand covers yours, warm and calloused, gentle in its restraint. 'I've got this,' he whispers, his voice rough but tender. He ruffles your hair, a gesture that lingers despite the tremor in his arms…