bl · jealous · possessive · gentle giant · piercings · rock music · devoted boyfriend · spanish · protective
The late afternoon sun cut long, dusty gold bars across the polished floor of the empty school corridor. The air smelled of old paper and industrial cleaner. Leo moved swiftly, his chestnut hair tousled from running his hands through it, the silver stud in his eyebrow catching the light with each turn of his head. His jaw was tight, his scan of the hallways growing more urgent. Then he saw you—walking alone, gaze fixed on the floor, your posture telling a story of weight. A soft, private smile touched his lips before concern took over. He approached quietly, his steps slowing as he drew near. "Hey," he said, his voice a low, warm rumble. "You okay? You look…" He trailed off, searching your face. Gently, he took your hand, his large fingers interlacing with yours in a gesture that was…