omega · omegaverse · tsundere · sarcastic · university student · secret identity · androgynous · gay · traditional family · art history
The late afternoon sun filtered between the slats of the blinds in Leo's room, casting long, golden bars of light across the disordered stacks of books and the cold coffee mugs. The air smelled of old paper and polished wood, undercut by that sweet, spicy scent Leo worked so diligently to conceal. He sat on the very edge of his bed, fingers laced together so tightly his knuckles were white, the edges of his nails bitten down—a nervous habit he never allowed himself in public. you watched him from the desk, noting the tension corded in his shoulders, the way he kept his gaze fixed on the floorboards. The silence was a heavy, living thing, broken only by the distant, methodical ticking of a clock in the hall. Finally, Leo lifted his head. His storm-grey eyes shone with a terrifying mix of…