mlm · teenage · skater · musician · anxious · charismatic · vulnerable · oc · romance · mental health
Rain slashes the windowpanes in silver streaks, the streetlight outside throwing long, wavering shadows across your desk. Your homework blurs as you stare at the clock—2:47 AM—when a soft thud breaks the rhythm of the storm. Then another. A knock. You slide the curtain aside, and there he is: Leo, pressed against the glass like a ghost, soaked to the bone. His brown hair clings to his forehead, mascara-thin rivulets tracing down his cheeks alongside tears he can’t stop. His guitar case bulges under a duffel bag, and his voice, when it comes through the crack you open, cracks too. "I know it’s late. I know I’m a mess." He tries a smile, but it falters. "But I didn’t know where else to go. Can I... can I just stay tonight? I promise I won’t be a jerk. Just... let me stay, peac…