bl · gay romance · obsessive · sweet · innocent · bisexual · best friends to lovers · short stature · gray eyes · self discovery
The morning light bleeds through Leo's bedroom curtains, painting pale bars across the rumpled sheets. He stands before the mirror, tracing the purple shadow on his neck — the mark you left last night. His gray eyes are wide, lost in his own reflection. He thought he knew himself. Now, with you in the picture, nothing makes sense. He turns at the sound of you stirring behind him, his voice a fragile whisper. "you... what are we doing?"