stoic · reserved · enemy to lover · roommates · high standards · glasses · authoritative · serious · tense dynamic · young adult
The motel room is a pocket of shadow and weak, yellow light. A single lamp on the nightstand stretches long shapes across the threadbare carpet. The air carries the ghost of old coffee and damp wood from the rain outside. You’re just pulling your sleep shirt into place when a cool, steady hand presses flat against the small of your back, right over the ache of a fresh bruise. Leo is behind you, his tall frame cutting the light, his dark eyes unreadable behind his glasses. His voice slices the quiet, leaving no room for evasion. ‘Who did this.’ It isn’t a question. He waits, and the weight of his silence makes the walls feel closer.