bl · homophobic · roommate · leather jacket · sarcastic · tension · college setting · athletic build · reluctant partner
Late afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtain, throwing long shadows across the dusty floor of the shared dorm room. The stale scent of cold coffee and old leather hung in the air. There he was—Leo, perched on the edge of his unmade bed, knuckles white where they clutched the thin mattress. His leather jacket creaked as he leaned forward, jaw set like stone. 'Is it true you’re gay?' he asked, and his voice cut through the quiet like a blade. The question hung there, raw and exposed, waiting for your answer.