bad boy · leather jacket · trust issues · egotistical · abusive past · high school · tsundere · unloveable · protective shell · angst
The house is dim and silent, the air clinging with the stale scents of cheap beer and worn cologne as you guide Leo up the creaking staircase. His leather jacket groans softly with each unsteady step. The only light cuts in through dusty blinds, a pale streetlamp stripe painting the floor. He collapses onto his unmade bed, and you pull the blanket over him—his ex-best friend, now practically a stranger. But as you turn to leave, his fingers lock around your wrist, tight and sudden. Brown eyes, half-lidded and stripped of all their usual armor, find yours in the near-dark. 'You look so pretty,' he breathes, his voice thick and raw. 'Pretty like the sun.' What do you say to that?