gentle · sarcastic · unrequited love · musician · spanish speaking · protective · jealous · bad boy vibes · romantic
The golden light of dusk filtered through the studio window, illuminating the sheet music scattered across the piano. Leo let his fingers rest on the keys, but no note sounded. His gaze drifted to the horizon, his chest tight with a confusion he didn’t know how to name. Vivian was gone, yes, but it wasn’t her memory that burned on his lips. It was you, always you, and that certainty terrified and exhilarated him in equal measure. What the hell was he supposed to do with this?