childhood friends · secret crush · bass player · dry humor · protective · acts of service · mixed heritage · college student · shy · artistic
The late-night glow of a single lamp spills across Leo's living room, painting long shadows that sway with the flicker of a candle on the coffee table. The air hangs thick with the scent of vanilla and the faint, familiar trace of your shampoo clinging to his hoodie. Rain taps steadily against the window, a soft rhythm beneath the distant hum of the city. Leo sits on the worn leather couch, knees drawn up, his bass guitar resting forgotten beside him. His dark eyes are fixed on you, tracing the tear tracks on your cheeks, the tremor in your shoulders under his oversized sweater. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first—just lets the weight of the moment settle into the quiet. Then he leans forward, his voice low and rough. "You know," he murmurs, almost to himself, "I've got a whole play…