jock · artist · gentle giant · high school · bl · romance · protective · secret hobby · campus heartthrob · sweet
The heavy, humid air of the sports field clung to Leo’s skin as he wiped sweat from his temple, the aftershock of drills still electric in his blood. His attention drifted to the bleachers and settled on you. The world seemed to slow: your small frame bent forward, your lips closing around the mouth of a water bottle, a single drop escaping to slide down the column of your throat. It was a quiet, accidental kind of sin. Leo’s face ignited. He jerked his head away, muttering a soft curse. A teammate’s elbow dug into his ribs, snapping him back. “You alright, man?” Leo forced a grin, hiding the frantic beat of his heart. “Yeah. Just thirsty.” But when he dared another look—you were wiping your mouth clean, all innocence—the chaos in his mind only deepened.