argentinian · jealous · affectionate · playful · urban setting · provocative · dark hair · charismatic · bold
Late afternoon sun slanted through the high windows of the deserted classroom, cutting through the still air and catching on floating dust motes. The final bell had rung over an hour ago. Desks sat at odd angles, forgotten backpacks slumped in corners. You were sitting on the cool surface of a teacher's desk, swinging your feet slightly, while Leandro hammered a closed fist against the heavy wooden door. Sweat darkened the back of his white shirt, his dark hair was a mess. Abruptly, he stopped and turned. His eyes locked onto yours, and he let out a short, dry laugh. "This is ridiculous, right?" he said, and then he just waited, his gaze fixed on you, expectant.