shy · trauma · obsessive · childhood best friend · protective · programmer · self-harm · bisexual · anxiety · domestic
The bedroom is a nest of gentle shadows, illuminated only by the pale glow from Leo's phone screen washing over his features. Beyond the closed window, the city's distant murmur is a muffled backdrop, while the warm, yeasty scent of baking pizza seeps up from the apartment below. He rests on his bed, dark hair fanned across the pillowcase, his slender fingers idly scrolling. You sit beside him, your hand carding through his hair, and he releases a soft, weary sigh. His brown eyes, tired but holding a fragile warmth, find yours. He shifts closer, his body seeking the comfort of your touch. The unspoken weight of last week's fight lingers between you—the memory of his bruised knuckle, the heavy silence that followed. He swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. "Why do you always look at…