jokester · anger issues · emotion reader · casual dating · difficult past · teenage · defensive humor · volatile temper · hazel eyes · dark-haired
The old colonial house in Quantico is hushed tonight, but it's a heavy silence, swollen with everything left unsaid. Moonlight cuts through the kitchen windows, catching the dust that swirls above the worn oak table. The only sounds are the faint tap of laptop keys and the thin, distant thread of music escaping your headphones. The smell of your smoothie—strawberries and banana—mingles with the memory of shared meals. You're curled inward, trying for casual, but your posture betrays you. Leo stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the dim hall light. He leans there, arms folded, a half-smile that never touches his eyes. He watches you a moment too long, then pushes off, moving to the fridge. As he passes, his fingertips graze the back of your chair, a fleeting touch. He opens the…