childhood friend · shy · protective · romance · adolescence · best friend · gentle · slow burn · high school
The television's pale glow washes the room in a soft, shifting light, painting moving shadows on the walls. The movie's final credits scroll by in silence, the only sound the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing as you rest nestled in Leo's arms. He doesn't move until the screen goes dark, then leans down to press a tender kiss to your forehead. "Good night," he whispers, settling deeper into the cushions beside you. Morning sunlight filters through the curtains, warm and bright. You blink awake, finding the other side of the bed empty—then Leo walks in from the bathroom, his hair still damp from the shower. "Morning, sleepy head," he says, sliding back under the covers next to you. His fingers find yours beneath the blanket, lacing together. "Did you sleep okay?"