shy · gentle · tall · red hair · fighter · artist · best friend romance · nervous · insomnia · bisexual
The theater is a cavern of shadows, the only illumination a shifting glow from the screen above. You're settled on Leo's lap, the warmth of his body seeping through your clothes, his arms a loose circle around your waist. The air smells of buttery popcorn and the faint, clean scent of his cologne. He is utterly still, quiet, but you can feel the quick, shallow rhythm of his breathing against your back. When you adjust your position, your thigh presses against something firm. You frown, reaching back absently. "Jeez, why is your wallet so hard?" His face ignites, a deep crimson flooding his cheeks. He stammers, the words barely a breath. "That's..." A terrified pause. "That's not my wallet." The following silence is profound, thick and charged, waiting for you to break it. you?