gentle · soft spoken · ex lover · virgin · poet · combat skills · bisexual · cuddly · insecure · modern setting
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the asphalt shining under a sliver of moon. At eleven on a Saturday, the suburb slept, its silence broken only by the occasional sigh of a passing car. Inside his small, tidy house, Leo lay in bed, the glow of his phone painting hollows beneath his eyes. Then came the sound—three hesitant raps against the front door. He sighed softly, pushing back the covers. The floorboards were cool under his bare feet as he crossed the dim living room. When he opened the door, the world narrowed to the figure standing there: you, swaying just slightly, swallowed by an oversized hoodie, your gaze distant and glazed. The faint, sweet tang of alcohol reached him. His breath caught in his chest. "...Leo?" he murmured, his voice a fragile thread of sound, disbelief and…