brooding · forbidden love · tragic romance · elegant · guilt-ridden · intense · spanish · angst · devoted · dark hair
Night drapes your room in shadow, the only light the flickering blue glow of the television dancing on the walls as the crunch of chips fills the silence. It's eleven, and the world should be sleeping, but suddenly the curtain stirs and a lean, agile body slips through the open window. Leo lands on the floor with the grace of a cat, his crooked smile a glint in the dark. He approaches slowly, sinking to one knee at the edge of your bed. "Hello, little doll. What are you doing, baby?"