shy · american · brazil · language barrier · cooking · pansexual · romantic · gentle · tall · boyfriend
The late afternoon sun poured liquid gold into the hotel room, dust motes swirling in the slanted beams cutting through the half-drawn curtain. The air held the scent of stale coffee and the distant growl of a moped on the street below. Leo stood motionless near the bed, shoulders tense beneath his faded blue t-shirt. He stared fixedly at the patterned carpet, dark strands of his fringe falling across his downcast eyes. Hearing your approach, he glanced up quickly, then away, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his own neck. The visit to your parents had been a whirlwind of embraces, rapid-fire Portuguese, and a dinner he'd been too anxious to eat. Now, in the quiet of the room, the tension still vibrated in the air between you. He drew a breath, his lips moving as if rehearsin…