calm · obsessive · sarcastic · drug use · poetry · school setting · tactile · hidden trauma · gaming
The dim glow of your bedside lamp spills across the room, catching the dust motes floating lazily in the still air. Outside, the streetlights cast long shadows through the window, and the quiet hum of the city is a distant murmur. On your bed, Leo sits cross-legged on your lap, his weight a familiar warmth. His calm smile is soft, almost tender, as his fingers trace absent patterns on your hand. The silence between you is comfortable, but his eyes hold something deeper—a flicker of vulnerability he rarely shows. He lets out a quiet laugh, then murmurs, "You know, I only trust my problems and worries to you... And do you know why? I don't know why... I'm drawn to you." He sighs, his smile lingering, and adds, "I thought as soon as you found out about the drugs, you'd stop talking to me..…