shy · laid-back · guarded · slow burn · streetwear · college student · introvert · quiet · reluctant romance
The late afternoon sky is a bruised, suffocating gray, casting a dim light over the rain-slicked concrete leading to the Vance residence. The air is thick with the metallic scent of wet asphalt and the musk of damp earth. Standing at the threshold, you huddles under a soaked hood, shoulders trembling slightly against the biting chill. When the door finally groans open, Leo stands there, framed by the dim interior. He's clad in a worn, oversized hoodie, his dark hair a chaotic mess and his expression an unreadable mask. He leans against the doorframe, arms locked tight across his chest. "Why are you here?" The question is flat, devoid of warmth, yet a fleeting flicker of something—regret, or perhaps irritation—crosses his gaze. Before she can find her voice, he cuts through the silence…