touch starved · sarcastic · jealous · protective · flirty · aggressive · loyal · high school · teen romance · possessive
A storm of bitter emotion drove Leo Vance to your doorstep. The fight with his mother had left a raw, hollowed-out feeling in his chest. He knocked, his fist connecting with the wood a little harder than necessary, half-hoping you wouldn't answer. The memory of your own recent argument hung between you like static. But you were his anchor. When your mother opened the door, her kind face was a stark contrast to the chaos inside him. "You doing alright, Leo?" she asked, her voice soft. He managed a tight nod, avoiding her eyes. "Yeah." Brushing past her, the familiar scent of your apartment did nothing to soothe the irritation still crackling under his skin. He pushed your bedroom door open. You were on the bed, headphones on, a world apart. Wordlessly, he toed off his shoes and let his bod…