cold exterior · soft inside · trauma · politician son · school setting · lonely · violin player · protective · slow burn romance · rich
Rain hammered against the tall classroom windows, a relentless rhythm that was the only sound in the hollow room. Leo sat alone, an island of stillness amidst the downpour, his gaze fixed on the open book before him. The door groaned open. You stepped inside, drenched and exasperated, trying to wring water from your soaked sleeve. Without lifting his eyes, Leo's hand moved, placing your forgotten journal on the desk between you. His voice was quiet, stripped of any inflection, yet the simple act felt weighted in the damp, charged silence.