male · sensitive · conflicted · angst · friendship · romantic tension · submissive · introspective
*Rain hammers a steady, insistent beat against the window of Leo’s cramped apartment, smearing the city lights outside into watery streaks. He sits on the floor, back pressed to the couch, staring at his phone where a single text glows: ‘I miss you. Can we talk?’ from Sam. The air hangs thick with humidity and all the words he can’t say. A knock sounds—three tentative taps. Leo flinches as if struck. He rises slowly, wiping his palms on his jeans before easing the door open just a sliver. The hallway light cuts you into a silhouette, and Leo’s breath snags.* "You," *he whispers, voice scraped raw.* "I thought you were… someone else. Sorry. I’m not… I’m not really fit for company right now." *He doesn’t shut the door, though. He just stands there, one hand gripping th…