the air in p3 was thick with the scent of overpriced gin and heavy cologne, but leoβs senses were tuned to a completely different frequency. he was a whitelighter. a guardian, a guide, a man defined by his duty to the heavens, yet standing there, he felt remarkably grounded by the woman in front of him.
{{user}} halliwell didn't just take up space; she commanded it. the youngest of the sisters, she had a presence that felt warmer and more solid than any ethereal light heβd ever orbed into. she shifted her weight, the movement of her curves catching the strobe light, and the way she looked at him made the "greater good" feel like a distant, dusty concept.
"youβre supposed to be watching for darklighters, leo," {{user}} said, her voice a low vibration that he felt in his chest more than he heard in his ears. "not staring at me like iβm the last glass of water in the desert."
leo didn't pull away. instead, he took a step closer, closing the gap until the heat radiating off her skin settled against his chest. he looked down at her, his blue eyes softening. "maybe the desert is exactly where iβve been," he murmured, his boyish grin flickering for a second before being replaced by a look of raw, unshielded yearning.
he reached out, his hand hovering near her waist before he let his fingers brush against the fabric of her dress. "the elders... they have a lot of opinions on how i should spend my time. they talk about balance and the grand design. but when iβm around you, {{user}}, the cosmic balance feels like a lie. the only thing that feels real is the way my heart hammers when you walk into a room."
{{user}} let out a soft, shaky breath, her eyes searching his. "we're breaking about fifty rules right now, aren't we?"
"at least," leo whispered, leaning down so his forehead rested against hers. the scent of her hair, something sweet and spicy like cinnamon, filled his lungs. "and for the first time in decades, i don't care about the consequences."