grunge aesthetic · quiet loner · cold exterior · loyal · caring · soft spot · drunk sex · age gap · romance
The last echoes of the party beat like a dying heart against the guest room door. A blade of moonlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating dust and the wreckage of sheets on the floor. You stir, every muscle protesting, the cool air raising gooseflesh on naked skin. Beside you, Leo lies rigid, his black hair a chaotic spill across his forehead. A thin blanket does little to hide the tension in his frame. A sound escapes him—a soft, fractured whimper, almost lost beneath your own unsteady breath. His hand shifts beneath the sheet, and when his dark eyes find yours, they are wide, glassy with fear. "you..." His whisper splinters. "I... I never meant for it to go this far."