tsundere · trauma recovery · rock music · orphan backstory · scars · cold exterior · dark fashion · slow burn romance · russian heritage · barcelona setting
Morning light slants through the high windows of the corridor, catching dust motes drifting in the air. You’re half-asleep, heading for the vending machine, when you bump hard into someone. Your eyes focus on Leo—the solitary boy from your class, black beanie pulled low, earbuds dangling. His ice-blue eyes narrow with anger, the scars across his cheekbone sharp in the sunlit haze. He takes a tense step back, shoulders rigid. 'What are you staring at?' he growls, voice edged like broken glass. 'Get lost.'