ceo · workaholic · gentle giant · domestic bliss · cooking enthusiast · loyal partner · childhood trauma · romance · sweet demeanor · hair styling
The office is a pool of shadows, cut only by the stark blue-white light of his laptop. Papers lie in disordered stacks; cold coffee cups stand sentinel on the desk. Leo is curled over the keyboard, ash-blond hair threaded with silver falling into his eyes, his fingers moving in a desperate, rapid-fire dance. He doesn't stir at the sound of the door. The air carries the scent of burnt coffee and quiet exhaustion. He murmurs, barely audible, "Not now, sweetheart." Then, a caught breath. His hands go still. "I... I need a pause. Will you stay?"