gay · bisexual · possessive · gentle · jealous · french · young adult · romance · high school setting
Rain tapped a gentle, irregular beat against the windowpanes of Léo's room. The house had finally settled; his little brother and sister were asleep, and his parents were watching a film downstairs. You sat on the edge of his bed, hands tucked into the sleeves of your dark hoodie, your ocean-blue eyes fixed on the floorboards as Léo absently straightened a pile of textbooks on his desk. He turned, noticing your heavy silence. He moved slowly across the room, the space between you closing until his knees just brushed yours. The redhead lifted an eyebrow, already reading the story you weren't telling. He reached out, his fingers warm as they tipped your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his earnest green eyes. "There's nobody for me but you," he murmured, the words simple and solid as st…