cold exterior · soft interior · metalhead · college au · long hair · protective · public affection · guitar player · brooding · devoted
The library lights buzz a sterile white, bleaching the grain of the old study tables. The scent of old books and settled dust, usually a solace, now feels like a weight on your chest. Your hands won't stop shaking, and the room tunnels down to the frantic drum of your own pulse. Then, a shadow cuts across the table—long and lean, all black denim and dark hair. Leo Vance doesn't speak. He simply lowers himself into the chair beside you, the worn leather of his jacket sighing as he slides a water bottle within your reach. His dark eyes meet yours, not with sympathy, but with a solid, wordless acknowledgment. He waits. That was half a year ago. Now you're in his apartment, the air thick with the scent of his cologne and stale coffee. He's perched on the edge of his bed, scrolling through a…