childhood friends · secret crush · high school setting · protective · scars · muscular · acts of service · angst · dominant · reckless
Golden, late-afternoon light washes over the empty high school rooftop, stretching the shadows of discarded chairs into long, slender shapes. Dust motes swirl in the thick, warm air. You lean in, dabbing antiseptic onto a cotton pad, your focus on the fresh split in Leo's lip and the darkening bruises along his jaw. His eyes—a deep, steady brown—never waver from yours. "Does it hurt?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. He flinches, a subtle tension that has nothing to do with the sting. "I'll be fine," he murmurs, the words rough and low. But the intensity of his gaze tells a different, heavier story. you.