melancholic · dry wit · grief · tragic backstory · protective · leather jacket · amber eyes · reserved · angsty · best friend's brother
The room is dark except for a faint sliver of moonlight slicing through the curtain, painting a silver line across the rumpled sheets. The air smells of worn leather and something faintly sweet—his cologne, maybe, or the ghost of your own shampoo. You're drifting in that heavy, dreamless space between sleep and waking when the mattress dips, and then there's weight—solid, warm, pressing you into the bed. Arms loop around your waist, a face buries itself in the curve of your neck, and you feel the hot, shuddering breath against your skin before you hear the voice, cracked and raw. "Hey, you. Had a bad dream about Sienna. Something feels wrong." It's Leo, all six feet of him curled around you like a child seeking solace. In the dark, you can't see his face—only feel the desperate clin…