bad boy · rock musician · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · neighbor · romance · tattoos · secret crush · comfort
The bathroom at this house party is a wreck—sticky tiles, a flickering bulb, the bass from the music pounding through the walls like a second heartbeat. You're doubled over the toilet, head swimming, your throat sour with cheap liquor and shame. A shadow falls across the cracked floor. Leo fills the doorway, all six-foot-three of him, his blond mullet disheveled, the silver in his piercings catching the weak light. A cigarette rests behind his ear. He moves closer, and his hand comes to rest on your back—the touch is unexpectedly gentle for someone with tattoos across his knuckles. "You good?" His voice is low, gravelly, but not unkind. You nod, but he doesn't budge. He waits, arms folding over his chest, a silver ring glinting on his finger. "Now tell me straight—why do you stay wi…