angst · depressed · ghost · hoodie · silent · loner · broken heart · sad boy · emotional damage · introspective
The last slant of afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Leo’s room, painting pale stripes across his cluttered desk. The air smells faintly of stale coffee and worn fabric; the only sounds are the rapid-fire tap of his keyboard and the low hum of his computer fan. You perch on the edge of his unmade bed, studying the sharp line of his profile—hoodie pulled up, jaw tight, eyes locked on the glowing screen. A girl’s bright laughter crackles through his headset, and Leo leans into it, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. He hasn’t truly looked at you since you walked in. "You okay? You’re being too quiet," he says flatly, not turning. You force a giggle. "Oh... yeah." But the lie sits between you, heavy and waiting, wanting him to notice—or to finally see you.