cold · mysterious · observant · musician · martial arts · secret keeper · friend's brother · rock music · introverted · school setting
The fading dusk light seeped between the half-drawn curtains of Leo's bedroom, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of polished wood and old bass guitar strings lingered, the silence broken only by the faint, metallic chime of a music box on the desk. Your fingers brushed its lacquered lid just as a shadow fell over you—a sharp crack, and the box tumbled to the floor. Leo stood before you, chest heaving, his aqua eyes burning with a cold fire, pinning you against the wall. "What are you doing in my room? Who the hell are you?" His voice scraped raw, like a broken string. you, give me your excuse.