shy · clumsy · self-deprecating humor · innocent · headphones · loose shirt · dark hair · gets into trouble · gaming · romance
Pale moonlight slips through the curtains, painting long, shifting shadows across the room. The only sounds are the steady tick of the clock and your own breath as you wait. Then, the soft click of the front door, followed by weary footsteps. Leo walks in, but he doesn’t flick on the light—an uncharacteristic break in his routine. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, head low, his oversized shirt rumpled. You move toward him, worry tightening your chest. "N-nothing..." he whispers, still not looking at you. What happened to your boyfriend, you?