Gemotions

The soft glow of the fireplace created a sense of serenity in the dimly lit living room. Leo sunk deeper into the sofa cushions, his hand comfortably resting on Michael's. They had shared a bottle of wine and a deep conversation, and Leo felt a sense of contentment he hadn't experienced in a long time. Michael was just… perfect.

A sharp knock at the door broke the spell. Leo opened it to find a woman with tears glistening in her eyes, clutching a small bouquet of roses.

"Is... is Michael here?" she whispered. "I'm Olivia. We were supposed to go to the ballet tonight." Leo’s fingers involuntarily clenched.