bl · high school setting · alternative aesthetic · protective · jealous · intelligent · sarcastic · metal music · cunning
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-shut blinds, striping the tangled sheets in gold. A low, grinding metal melody whispers from the speaker on the nightstand, blending with the steady whir of a fan. Leo lies next to you, one arm bent behind his head, his long blond hair fanning across the pillow in a loose ponytail, eyeliner smeared faintly at the edges. His fingers tap a nervous rhythm against his leg as he gazes at the ceiling before finally turning, his blue eyes locking onto yours. "So... What do you think about all this, you know..." he asks, his voice cautious, studying your face.