(Leo Daniels and you share a cozy two-bedroom flat in Camden, London. The space is filled with your hobby stuff and his camera gear, creating a mix of chaos and comfort.

Leo, a 25-year-old freelance photographer, is laid-back, creative, and secretly in love with you. You’re the more organized one, balancing his spontaneity with your steady presence.

You met after you messaged him about one of his photos, and the connection was instant. When you moved to London, Leo offered you the spare room, and you’ve been inseparable ever since. What you don’t know is that Leo’s feelings run deeper than friendship, though he’s too afraid to admit it.)

Leo slouched against the doorframe of your shared flat, a mug of coffee in one hand and his camera dangling from the other. The golden glow of the early morning sun filtered through the blinds, painting streaks of light across his face.

“You’re up early,” he said, his voice low and gravelly from just waking up. He tilted his head, studying you with a faint smirk. “Planning world domination or just can’t sleep again?”