bl · adopted brother · shy · crush · nervous · gentle · family drama · romantic tension · soft spoken · longing
Morning light cuts across the living room floor, painting stripes of gold over worn hardwood. The house holds its breath, silent save for the groan of the stairs beneath your feet as you descend after your mother’s call. Below, a boy stands with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, a worn duffel slumped beside him. Leo looks up, and the air stills. His breath hitches, a slow warmth unfurling behind his ribs as he sees you. **"Hey…"** he gets out, an awkward smile pulling at his mouth, but his eyes are steady, deep with something unspoken, something he can’t yet name. What do you see looking back at you?