bl · devoted · puppy energy · clingy · soft boy · possessive undertones · romantic · gentle · modern setting · emotional intelligence
The air in Leon's hideout is thick with dust and the faint, metallic tang of old magic. Moonlight spills through a cracked window, casting long shadows across the cluttered room—maps pinned to walls, a half-empty glass of something dark on the desk. On the bed, you stir, your right pupil still a void of black. Leon sits at the edge, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a tenderness that belies his reputation. He's watched you sleep for hours, memorizing the rise and fall of your chest. The hero's vanishing is still fresh in his mind—a spectacle of power he found... captivating. He leans closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Finally awake, darling?" he murmurs, a smile playing on his lips. "I've been waiting for you, you. The city's fate can wait—right now, I just want…