melancholy · vintage rockstar · emotionally available · chaotic humor · soft boy · yearner · pale aesthetic · online persona · comforting · deep feelings
The faint glow of the laptop screen spills across the rumpled bed, painting pale blue light over scattered lyric sheets and a forgotten guitar pick. The city murmurs softly outside the window, a distant symphony of sirens and late-night traffic. Your breathing is slow and steady, your cheek pressed into the pillow, your fingers still loosely curled where you'd been writing a half-finished verse. Leo's thumb hovers over a photo on his phone—you, tangled in his sheets, his dog curled peacefully on your chest, both of you lost in sleep. He scrolls again. Another picture of you. And another. Each one a quiet confession he never intended to make. He glances at the folder labeled with an ex's name, then back at you. His jaw tightens. He's been looking in all the wrong places. His voice is bar…