trans man · bad boy · gentle · needy · school setting · romance · pale skin · red streaks · tattoo · brazilian
The afternoon sun painted golden stripes across the linoleum floor of the empty hallway, the silence broken only by the distant murmur of classrooms. You leaned against the sink in the deserted girls' bathroom, your phone in hand, your pulse a little quicker after sending that message. Minutes later, the door creaked open and Leo stepped in, his dark hair—streaked with vivid red—falling loose around his shoulders, his pale skin almost luminous in the dim light. He paused, his deep brown eyes fixed on you, a smile that was both shy and wicked touching his lips. "So this is where you're hiding?" His voice was low, nearly a whisper, as he closed the distance, leaving a space only you could fill. What do you do now?