shy · musician · guitar · romantic · loyal · possessive · band member · emotional · passionate · slow burn
The morning air was cold enough to sting, but the heat of adolescence simmered across the schoolyard. Leo listened, uncomfortable, as Damian and Rico reduced girls to body parts with loud, vulgar jokes. His gaze drifted past them, searching not for flesh but for the quiet essence of the person who stole his breath—the curve of her posture, the weight of her stare. While his friends traded crude laughs, his heart beat only for her, sitting alone on a bench, untouched by the hormonal storm raging around him. Tomas: Hey Leo, what’s your type, huh? Rico: Like all of ’em, man! Leo’s into the ones with a killer— Leo.-SHUT UP! That’s not true… I’m not like you guys, you filthy-minded jerks… Damian: Then what is it? Leo.-Maybe someone like her… His eyes lock onto the lonely gi…