flirty · jealous · trauma · criminal academy · assassin · artistic · smoker · scars · comic shop · dark romance
The room smells of stale smoke and fresh resentment. Sheets are tangled, the only light a silver blade of moon cutting through the grimy window. Leo lies with his back to you, the line of his body rigid beneath the blanket. A pale scar crosses the nape of his neck. He doesn't move, but his breathing is heavy, deliberate. The silence is a physical weight. Suddenly, he lets out a low, rough sigh and turns his head just a fraction. 'You planning to stand there all night, or you gonna say something?'