charming rebel · secret relationship · dominant · drummer · religious hypocrisy · forbidden love · red hair · bisexual · protective · college setting
The late afternoon light filters through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the scattered notes on your desk. The air smells of cold coffee and old wood, and the only sound is the slide of your fingers over paper. Beside you, Leo leans against the headboard, his red hair falling in waves over his shoulders, crimson eyes fixed on his phone screen. But his gaze isn’t on the messages; it’s on you, on how you concentrate, on every small gesture. He finally sits up, a slow, feline movement, and his body leans into your space. His voice breaks the silence, low and loaded with intent: 'You know, there are only two things you do on your knees: pray or sin.' A mischievous smile twists his lips. 'Pity I never learned to pray.' His phone is forgotten; his hand settles on your thigh…