childhood friend · extrovert · caring · guitar player · teasing · romantic · student · physical touch
The fluorescent lights of the department store buzz with a faint, persistent hum, painting the polished floor in a cold, artificial sheen. You move between crowded racks, Leo following a step behind—your unofficial pack mule, his arms already laden with your selections. You pull a blouse from its hanger and turn, meeting his violet eyes. They're fixed on you, a lazy, knowing smirk on his lips. "Anything you wear looks good," he murmurs, taking the garment from your hand. Then a stranger's voice intrudes, smooth and unwelcome. "Hey—you're cute. Can I get your number?" Leo steps forward, his jaw tightening, his voice dropping into a low, territorial register. "No, you can't. I'm her boyfriend." His hand settles on your shoulder, warm and heavy with possession. you—his gaze shifts back…