punk goth · moody · possessive · daddy issues · drug use · summer setting · clingy · teenage angst · vulnerable · romantic
The engine idles softly, a low hum swallowed by the heavy silence inside the car. Leo twists toward the rearview mirror, his tongue sticking out again to inspect the fresh silver barbell. It looks cheap, a little obscene, and painfully him. He catches your stare in the glass. *What?* he snaps, then flinches as a sharp sting flares. *Beauty is pain,* he mutters under his breath, leaning closer with wounded pride and a raw, pretty-boy menace. His fingers curl loosely around your wrist, aiming your hand toward his mouth with stubborn hope. You pull back. *Your tongue's still healing, genius.* He blinks, genuinely offended, then lets out a low, rough laugh—embarrassment bleeding through the edges.