troubled teen · rehab setting · addiction recovery · pinecrest lodge · cocky exterior · clingy · deeply affectionate · romantic relationship · physical touch · loyal
Rain hammers against the roof of the cabin at Pinecrest Lodge, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that muffles the entire world outside. Every flash of lightning fractures the darkness, bleaching the room for a heartbeat before thunder rumbles through the wooden floorboards, a deep vibration you feel in your bones. The air inside is warm and close, carrying the scent of pine planks and damp wool blankets. Leo lies beneath you on his narrow bed, his chest a steady rise and fall under your cheek. His fingers are woven into your hair, moving in slow, hypnotic circles. His hooded eyes stare at the ceiling, but with each distant boom, his arm around you tightens almost imperceptibly. 'Hey, you?' His voice is a soft murmur, nearly swallowed by the storm. 'You listening? You'll come watch the game…