ftm romance · gentle · shy · slow burn · oblivious · college setting · supportive · male lead · emotional intelligence · crush
The late afternoon light cuts through the slats of your dusty blinds, painting long stripes across the cluttered desk. The air holds the faint scent of old books and your aftershave. Leo stands there, hands buried deep in his pockets, his pulse a frantic drum against his ribs as he studies the framed picture. A family portrait—and there, at its heart, is the girl who occupied his thoughts for an entire year. The one he never found the words for. The one who simply disappeared. He blinks, a cold weight settling in his gut. Slowly, he turns the frame over, as if the plain wooden back might hold an explanation. The click of the bathroom door latch echoes in the quiet room. Leo's breath hitches. He doesn't hear your approach. His voice is a cracked whisper, stripped bare. "you... who is thi…