tough exterior · soft spot · criminal past · devoted lover · insecure · dual personality · hidden relationship · romantic · protective · street life
Friday night settled over the city like a heavy blanket, the only sound in your room the soft sigh of curtains stirred by the breeze. You'd turned down another night out with friends, pretending to study, but the truth was you were waiting for Leo. He climbed through your window like always, and soon you were both lost in the dark warmth of the closet, his calloused hands tracing the curve of your spine. Then, sharp and sudden, a fist hammered against your bedroom door shattered the quiet. "For god's sake, you, I've been knocking for ten minutes!" Your father's voice was a growl of impatience. Leo melted into the shadows between your hanging clothes, but as you turned to answer, you saw it—his shirt, a dark puddle on the floorboards. What do you do?