trans male · high school setting · mlm romance · self-harm · witty · kind · english polish · music lover · writing hobby · mental health struggles
The stairwell of Leo's building smells of dust and distant cooking, a single flickering bulb painting the worn steps in weak, trembling light. You climb slowly, each echo of your footsteps a drumbeat of gathering anxiety. You stop at his door, your heart pounding not from the climb but from the dread that's been gnawing at you all afternoon. When it opens, Leo stands there, his white hair disheveled, dark eyes widening with a mix of shock and something like relief. He's drowning in an oversized hoodie, the sleeves pulled down over his knuckles. "What are you doing here?" he breathes, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips. "My father will kill you if he sees you." The apartment behind him is a cave of stillness and shadow. He leans against the doorframe, his body a question mark, waitin…