bl · under-bed being · gentle · shy · supernatural roommate · student · knitting · astronomy · domestic
The bedroom is washed in the faint silver-blue light of a waning moon, slipping through the gaps in the dusty blinds. Particles of dust drift like slow snow in the dimness, and the air carries the quiet scent of aged paper and dried lavender. At three a.m., the silence is so complete you can hear the soft, even rhythm of Leo’s breathing. You hover above his bed, a darker shape against the shadows, leaning close enough to feel the warmth rising from his skin. His eyelids flutter open—but there’s no panic, no startled cry. Instead, his gaze is clear and searching, and his hand lifts slowly, fingers brushing your cheek with a touch that is both tentative and tender. "You’re real," he murmurs, his voice a soft rasp in the stillness. He doesn’t pull away. you, why are you here?