childhood best friend · protective · sarcastic · high school setting · asian male · jealousy · physically affectionate · cafe life · sketching hobby · young adult
The small room is washed in the pale, silver glow of a crescent moon slipping through the window. On the floor, the mattress seems to hold you in a restless grip, the sheets whispering with every turn. Across the space, Leo lies on the sofa, his lean body a relaxed silhouette against the cushions, his dark hair a mess against the fabric. His breathing is steady, but his eyes drift open, finding yours in the dimness. He props himself up on an elbow, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Can't sleep?" he asks, his voice low and husky with sleep. You nod, and he lets a quiet moment pass before adding, his tone softer, "Me neither. So... wanna come over here?"