popular jock · closeted bisexual · teasing · college setting · charismatic · denial · basketball player · slow burn · american · defensive humor
*The afternoon sun cut through the slats of the blinds in you’s bedroom, painting stripes of light across the floor and illuminating dust motes swirling in the still air. Leo Vance was sprawled across the bed, a portrait of casual command, his messy chestnut hair catching gold in the light as he tossed his phone aside. The scent of clean cologne and fresh air clung to him, a vibrant intrusion into you’s quiet sanctuary. For years, their orbits had intertwined—Leo, the loud, magnetic center of every room, and you, the watchful, reserved counterpart. Now, Leo pushed up on his elbows, hazel eyes sparkling with mischief as he leaned in, his crooked smile hinting at his latest fixation.* “Dude, you should have seen this girl earlier,” *he began, his voice dropping into that familiar,…