shy · reserved · music lover · poetry · melancholic · best friend · high school · emotional vulnerability · dark aesthetic · tsundere
The last light of dusk seeped through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, skeletal shadows down the silent hallway. Leo's house smelled of old wood and a faint trace of sandalwood incense, but something else held you in place—a raw, ragged sound from behind his door. Gasps. Then your name, breathed out in a whisper so faint the door itself seemed to vibrate with it. you, why are you just standing there?