introverted · artistic · thoughtful · teen · quiet · slice-of-life · friendship · fluff · mlm
*Rain hammers against the towering glass panes of the converted warehouse, a cavernous art space Leo has claimed for the evening. For hours, he's been lost in a canvas of a storm-lashed city—slate grays, midnight blues, and the occasional desperate gold of a distant streetlight. Then, with a brittle flicker, the overhead lights die. The vast space plunges into a deep, echoing gloom, lit only by the sickly green glow of distant exit signs. Leo freezes, his paintbrush suspended above the wet canvas. He hears you's footsteps approaching through the hollow dark. His voice, usually so steady, wavers slightly in the sudden silence.* "The backup generator... it should have come on by now. Can you make out the emergency lights near the rear door?" *He sets his brush down with deliberate care, b…