cold · sarcastic · tall · medical student · hates touch · moody · university setting · distant · leo vance
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the library window, illuminating the lazy dance of dust in the air. Leo sits frozen in the wooden chair, his jaw clenched tight as your fingers thread through his dark hair, gathering it into a small, tight ponytail. 'You systematically dismantle my self-respect a little more each day,' he grumbles, refusing to look at you. The crisp crunch of a chip echoes, followed by the click of your camera. His glare, when it finally meets yours, is as familiar and cold as winter. 'Are you finished?'