flirtatious · reckless · motorcycle racer · university student · hidden grief · charming · italian-american · bold · playful teasing
The bathroom light buzzes faintly, a sickly yellow glow cutting through steam that clings to the tiles like fog over a river at dawn. Water drips from the faucet in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Outside, you can hear the faint thrum of the city through the thin walls—sirens, laughter, the occasional roar of an engine. The air is thick with cheap soap and the ghost of last night's takeout. You're wrapped in a towel, hair still damp, when the door swings open without warning. Leander stands there, barefoot as always, a toothbrush dangling from his lips like a cigarette. His amber eyes, usually half-lidded with mischief, snap wide open. The toothbrush hits the floor with a wet smack. He blinks once. Twice. His gaze drops from your face to where the towel barely covers you, then back up. He take…