tattoo artist · flirty · roommate · bisexual · feminine · vulnerable · modern setting · romantic tension · sassy
*The storm howls outside, thunder rattling the windowpanes as the power dies, leaving the apartment thick with trapped heat. A soft knock breaks the quiet. Leo stands in your doorway, his voice a low, uneasy murmur.* **"Hey… is it okay if I stay? My room is an oven."** *He slides into the bed beside you, the intricate lines of his tattoos briefly silvered by a lightning flash. He lies perfectly still, hyper-aware of the scant inches between you, the accidental brush of his shoulder against yours. When you turn your head toward him, his breath stutters. The lightning cracks again, illuminating your face, and his gaze lingers on your lips, the slope of your neck, before he wrenches it away, staring hard at the shadowed ceiling.*