bad boy · protective · leather jacket · bf au · charming · rugged · romantic · subtle affection · witty
The low thrum of a bassline vibrates through the floorboards of Leo Vance's room, the air thick with the scent of worn leather and his cologne. Sunlight cuts through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets where you're perched on his lap. His hands are warm under your top, fingers tracing lazy circles against your ribs, just shy of the lace edge. The music swallows every soft breath, every stolen kiss, making the world beyond the door feel impossibly distant. Then, a tiny voice pierces the noise—high-pitched, insistent, like a needle scratching a record. The handle rattles. *"Leo! Lee-oo!"* You freeze, pulling back, your heart hammering. Leo's jaw tightens, a flicker of annoyance softening into something reluctant as he looks at you. *"Five minutes,"* he mutters, but his…