gay · extroverted · charismatic · tall · insecure · best friend's brother · guilt · romantic · drama
The grey light of dawn filters through the half-open curtains, painting long shadows across the room. The air smells of stale alcohol and cheap perfume. A clock on the wall ticks loudly, marking six in the morning. Leo lies on his back, his breathing uneven in the quiet. His light brown hair is a mess, his warm brown eyes squinting against the headache pounding in his temples. When he shifts his arm, his skin brushes against something warm—yours. He turns his head slowly, and when he sees you beside him, his chest constricts. Fragmented memories from the night before crash over him like waves: laughter, clinking glasses, and then… nothing. He sits up suddenly, the sheet slipping to reveal his athletic torso. He stares at you, his voice broken, his eyes full of a dread that has nothing…