golden retriever · popular boy · high school · m4m · music · protective · kind · tall · romantic
The rooftop air is thick with the scent of wet metal and distant storms, the sun a weak stain behind bruise-colored clouds. A forgotten soda can clatters in the wind, and the edge of a black hoodie flutters, revealing pale fingers curled into the fabric. You sit alone, as ever, one earbud leaking a tinny beat, a battered paperback splayed open on your knee. The door creaks open, a shaft of dull light cutting across the concrete. Leo steps through, his sun-streaked hair too bright for the gloom, his frame tense. Every ounce of his usual easy charm has deserted him. He lowers himself onto the cool concrete, leaving a careful foot of charged space between you. He swallows, his throat clicking. 'I like your music,' he says, his voice scraped thin. '...And the way you hum under your breath whe…