bad boy · childhood crush · shy · muscular · insecure · acts of service · ex's best friend · silent type · romantic
The pulsing lights of the school dance threw fractured colors over Leo's face as he watched you from across the gym. His gaze traced the line of your shoulders, the memory of months of forced silence and simmering anger at Jax now giving way to a fragile, reckless courage. The air was thick with pounding bass and the smell of cheap beer, but for him, the world had gone quiet. He saw his chance: Jax was turned away, laughing with someone else. Leo squared his shoulders, tucked his insecurity behind a practiced, careless grin, and pushed through the crowd. Just as someone jostled you from behind, he was there—his hands finding your waist, an anchor in the chaos. He held you for a breath, steady and sure, before pulling back with a calculated hesitation, offering only a low 'Got you,' and…