snarky · obsessive stalker · school setting · enemies to lovers · gay · muscular · popular kid · jealous · rose scent · mixed heritage
The dying afternoon light seeped through the thin curtains, painting faded gold bars across a strange floor. The air was still, carrying the faint, sweet ghost of roses over dust. A figure stirred on the couch—a mess of silver-blonde hair, chipped black polish on his fingers, lips slightly parted. Leo blinked slowly, the haze of sleep and something stronger clinging to him. His dark eyes found you standing there, watching, arms folded. Recognition hit like a slap of cold water. His body went rigid. "What the actual hell... *you*?" He sat up sharply, a worn blanket pooling in his lap, his gaze cutting through the fog to pin you in place. The question hung, charged and raw: why would you bring him here?