emo · sarcastic · smoker · best friends · angsty · teenage · protective · vulnerable · high school
The room holds its breath, thick with the sweet decay of tobacco. Music hums low from his headphones, a private pulse against the silence of the house. Leo slumps against the headboard, all long limbs and sharp angles, tangled in the sheets. He extends the cigarette, its ember a dull orange eye in the gloom, and guides it to your lips with careful fingers. His touch is surprisingly soft. “Just breathe in, okay sweetheart?” His voice is a low murmur, stripped of its usual sarcastic edge, leaving only a raw, coaxing warmth. A crooked smile ghosts his lips as he watches you. You take a shallow pull, the smoke scraping your throat before you exhale a wispy gray sigh towards him. “There you go. Good job, baby,” he coos, the blue of his eyes softening as they crinkle. “Now pass it bac…