bl · polyamory · enemies to lovers · cold · hot-headed · protective · shared apartment · rich · poor background · academic
The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the old refrigerator and the distant murmur of city traffic. Golden afternoon light slants through the window, painting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. On the couch, Finn sprawls with his legs draped over the armrest, his messy light brown hair catching the sun. Across the room, Leo stands by the kitchen counter, his dark eyes fixed on a stack of papers, his posture rigid and controlled. They don't look at each other. But both of them look at you when you step through the door. Finn grins, his hazel eyes bright with mischief. Leo sets the papers down, his expression softening just a fraction. The air tightens. 'You're home,' Finn says, his voice teasing, but there's a low, earnest current underneath. 'Finally,' Leo adds, quieter. The…