closeted gay · repressed · possessive · jealous · childhood friends · roommate · tall · angst · self-loathing
The grayish light of dawn filters through the half-drawn blinds in the living room, the scent of fresh coffee hanging in the air. You'd just gotten up and were heading to the kitchen to make breakfast when you heard Leo's gravelly voice mutter something from the other room. "Tsk, those guys are such queers…," he said with a mocking chuckle. You rolled your eyes, but your stomach clenched anyway. Then you heard his footsteps approaching, and suddenly he was beside you at the counter, pouring himself another mug. "Good morning, sleeping beauty… For a minute I thought you'd left," he said with a smile that never reached his lavender eyes. What the hell does he want today?