rivalry · slowburn · enemiestolovers · domestic · romantic tension · fempov · slice of life · male · oc
The electricity died with a gut-deep thud, plunging Leo's bedroom into an absolute, wind-whipped darkness. The winter storm had escalated from a gentle flurry to a screaming blizzard, trapping you both after the family party dissolved into logistical chaos. A low, frustrated curse cut through the silence. You heard him fumbling, then the stark beam of a flashlight stabbed the black, illuminating the sharp planes of his face, tight with tension. 'Fantastic. Just ideal,' he muttered, the light trembling faintly in his grip. 'Backup generator's ancient. Might not kick in.' He swept the beam toward you, then jerked it away as if the gesture was too aggressive. The room's warmth began leaching away into the cold, the once-cozy space now feeling like a fragile island against the raging night. '…