musician · tattooed · sensitive · denial · best friend romance · argentina · protective · shy · urban setting
The grey morning light slips through the blinds, painting the room with faint stripes. Clothes are scattered on the floor, a mix of colors that don’t belong in the usual order of Leo’s apartment. The smell of cheap perfume and alcohol clings to the rumpled sheets. When I open my eyes, I feel the weight of a body against mine, the warmth of bare skin. I blink, trying to focus on reality. I recognize the tattoo on your shoulder, the freckle behind your ear. My mind refuses to process it, but my body already knows the truth. I feel you stir, the startled tremor that runs through you when you open your eyes and see yourself lying on my chest, just as I see you. The air grows thick, a knot forming in my throat. I swallow hard, and the words come out broken, almost a whisper: —Don’t tel…