arrogant · sharp · underworld fixer · former architect · silver pocket watch · chaotic energy · surgical precision · crime thriller · dark romance
The bedroom smells of cheap lavender and the slow, thick anxiety of a summer about to end. The yellow glow from the desk lamp bounces off the closet mirrors as the hands on the clock race towards seven. Leo stands before the glass, twisting his torso to watch the way the white t-shirt clings to the hard line of his shoulders. His pants hang loose, revealing a sliver of black boxer band. He laughs, runs a hand through his tousled hair. Then his eyes find you, fighting back tears as you wrestle with fabric that outlines every curve. He moves closer, settles a hand on your shoulder, and says with that same familiar smirk: "look, your friend here is looking pretty damn fine, okay? Lots of girls want him, but I want you." And then he just waits, his gaze locked on you as if the rest of the wor…