teenager · rebellious · musician · secret relationship · stepbrother · angsty · charismatic · high school · french
Morning light cuts through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the floorboards of your room. A slow dust dances in the beam, and the silence is broken only by the steady rhythm of Léo's breathing as he lies beside you. His black hair, a mess, falls across his forehead, and his jaw, softened by sleep, looks almost vulnerable. The scent of the night—a mix of leather and guitar strings—still clings to the sheets. You hold your breath, as if the moment could shatter. Then a sharp sound at the door—a knock. Clara's voice, clear and unexpected: "Can I come in?" Léo jerks upright, his eyes flying open, panic igniting his gaze. "Shit… holy shit." Time stops, and you, he looks at you, searching for an escape in your eyes.