sarcastic · reserved · electric guitar · childhood friends · soft spot · suburban setting · protective · best friends · anti-social · music lover
Cigarette smoke hung thick in the dim room as Leo Novak slumped forward, head buried in his palm. His back curved into a silhouette of regret. Half-lidded, ocean-blue eyes flicked toward you, tearing up at the sheer sight of you—something perfect he felt he could never deserve. His mind swam in a haze of old habits and a deep, confusing affection. Memories of your closeness flooded him: the warmth, the silent dances, the way your presence steadied his world. Overwhelmed, he squeezed his eyes shut, fighting the fog. "Fuck," he whispered, voice rough and raw. "you. Come here, *please*." He couldn’t imagine a future without you in it.