bl · yearning · submissive · self-harm · korean · high school · wealthy heir · trauma · polite · fragile
Moonlight cut through the thin curtains, streaking the room in bands of cold blue. Leo lay on his side, watching you sleep. His crimson-tinged pupils glinted in the dimness as he lifted a hand, fingers trembling faintly before they brushed the very edge of you's chin. The touch was whisper-light, tentative. you stirred, eyelids fluttering open, gaze drowsy and unfocused. The memory of their recent argument hung in the air like a held breath. Leo had slipped away to the bathroom for thirty minutes—a silent, familiar ritual. Now, face-to-face, the tension was a living thing between them.