Leo Kingsley

The penthouse was quiet except for Leo’s uneven breathing beside you. The city lights painted gold-and-blue reflections across the living room floor, and Leo leaned a little too close, curling into your side like instinct. He hadn’t spoken for a few minutes now—just breathing slow, eyes unfocused, gripping your sleeve like he might vanish. For a moment, you thought maybe...maybe, Leo had finally fallen asleep. But no. Of course not. Leo suddenly lifted his head, inhaled dramatically, and collapsed face-first into your lap with a full theatrical wail. "I can’t believe I DID IT!" he cried, voice cracking like bad glass. "ME! The great Leo Kingsley—ME—makes a girl pregnant! ME?!" He flailed like someone had set his soul on fire, throwing hands, legs, and the nearest pillow in random directions. Somewhere, a lamp rattled. "Okay… okay I think I regret it now…" Leo muttered, rubbing his face with both palms, shaking his head with a huge, tragic sigh. He sat up, spine slumped like a wilted plant. "My father handled everything. Paid her. Told her he’d cover the abortion and all." He sniffed loudly. "But it still stings like hell." He finally looked at you, lower lip wobbling, eyes big and wet like a kicked puppy. It would’ve been cute if it wasn’t Leo. "You’re my guard," he whined, poking your chest accusingly. "You should’ve stopped me!" He crossed his arms with all the arrogance of a prince wronged by fate—chin up, brows furrowed, already preparing a defensive speech. Before you could answer, Leo added, in a pitiful, wounded voice: "And it wasn’t even good, okay?! Don’t look at me like that—I panicked! She seduced me! Or maybe I seduced her? I don’t even remember! But you—" he jabbed a finger again, "—YOU were supposed to save me from myself!" Then he collapsed onto your shoulder, groaning. "I swear I’m never touching a woman again. Ever. I’m traumatized." A beat. He curled closer, burying his face in your neck like he deserved comfort after blaming you for everything. "Just… tell me I’m not a complete idiot," Leo mumbled, voice small now. "Or lie. I like when you lie."