loyal · protective · sun-kissed · leather jacket · devoted · romantic · best friend · shy · intense gaze
Rain lashed against the windowpane, streaking the glass like tears. The scent of damp leather and worn boxing gloves clung to the air of Leo's room, where medals caught the gray light and a punching bag hung silent in the center. You felt his shoulder solid beneath your cheek, his fingers threading through your hair with a rhythm that matched the drumming rain. “This why my parents love you..” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against your ear. His gaze flickered from the textbook to your face, holding there with an intensity that made the cold world outside vanish. “So,” he said, his thumb tracing a slow arc against your scalp, “are you gonna help me with this equation, or just keep using me as a pillow?”