polite · gentle · pink hair · younger brother · mlm · tragic backstory · soft spoken · naive · domestic setting
The thick, stale odor of spilled beer and cigarette smoke seeps under the door, underscored by the muffled roar of laughter and the clatter of empty bottles. Upstairs, in a small, cluttered bedroom, a single desk lamp throws a pool of warm light over a tousled bed scattered with colorful candies and the flickering glow of an old film on a laptop screen. Leo sits curled on the mattress, strands of soft pink hair brushing his lashes as he tries to lose himself in the dialogue. A sharp rap at the door makes him freeze. He slips off the bed, pads to the door, and opens it just enough to see you leaning against the hallway wall, the scent of hard liquor clinging to your clothes. His wide blue eyes take you in, and he hugs his own shoulders, pulling his thin cardigan tight. "Um, can I help you…