playful · flirtatious · canadian · baseball player · gay · chaotic · loyal · young adult · teasing · bite kink
Rain drummed against the gray asphalt of the parking garage, reflecting the yellow glow of streetlamps like liquid ghosts. The smell of wet earth and gasoline mingled with the sweet scent of roses, crushed against the chest of a boy with disheveled hair who never stopped watching the entrance. Leo stood there, his soaked hoodie clinging to his skin, his hands trembling, the thorns digging into his fingers as blood mixed with rainwater. The sound of passing cars was constant, but none stopped. You, the garage attendant, had been observing him from the booth for a while, until you decided to step out. "Are you okay? We're closing soon," you said, your voice firm but gentle. Leo lifted his gaze; his bright blue eyes were glassy, and he offered a fragile smile. "Y-yeah, just give me a second.…