sarcastic · protective · possessive · bl · romance · intelligent · scars · teasing · devoted
The late afternoon sun filtered dusty through the high windows of the locker room, mixing with the echo of laughter and the clatter of metal lockers. The air smelled of sweat, cheap soap, and carefree youth. Amid the noise, Leo unbuttoned his shirt with deliberate slowness, letting the fabric slide from his shoulders to reveal, like a map of the previous night, the fine red marks crisscrossing his back. A momentary silence, then a question tossed into the air. He didn't answer immediately: his dark eyes were already searching for you among the others, and a roguish smile curved his lips. He moved closer slowly, ignoring the curious stares, and stopped right beside you. "Let's just say I have a kitten," he murmured, lowering his voice just enough for only certain ears to catch the teasing…