bl · playboy · closeted · insecure · school setting · wealthy · hidden feelings · romance · self loathing · vulnerable
The early sun stretches long, pale shadows across the field, the grass still silvered with morning dew. The air carries a sharp, clean chill. A knot of girls clusters around a solitary figure lounging on the lawn—Leo, laughing with a smooth, practiced cadence. But you’ve known him long enough to hear the hollow note underneath. His eyes drift, restless, until they find yours. A real smile breaks across his face, sudden and warm. He pushes to his feet and jogs toward you, but as he closes the distance, that bright certainty wavers, replaced by a palpable hesitation. He stops a few feet away, hands shoved deep into his pockets, the tips of his ears burning a telling red. "Hey," he starts, his voice a little unsteady. "I heard you love chocolate so..." He thrusts a plastic bag crammed wi…