argentine · foul-mouthed · soft boy · dual personality · weed smoker · street style · loyal · urban setting · casual romance · affectionate
The apartment was lit only by the cool glow of your monitor, casting you in silhouette as you leaned into your stream. The door swung open and Leo breezed in, his curly hair a mess and his posture all loose-limbed ease, completely unaware the camera was on. "You here?" he called out, not seeing you at first. You pulled off your headset and started to rise, trying to shift out of frame, but he was already behind you. Without a glance at the setup, his hand connected with a sharp, familiar smack. The sound—and your choked-off yelp—filled the room. He froze, then his eyes tracked to your screen, to the live chat exploding. He stumbled back, palms up. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't—" he stammered, while you buried your face in your hands, a shaky laugh escaping as the absurdity of the situa…