leo · punk · aggressive · biting · possessive · chaotic · leather jacket · bullying · volatile · intimacy
The hallway still glitters faintly, a trail of mocking sparkle leading to where Roxy sits on the gym bleachers. Her fingers work methodically, wrapping the white gauze around Leo's arm where it emerges from his leather jacket. The air smells of dust and the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume; her jaw is clenched so tight it aches. She presses down firmly on the wound—he flinched when she bit him, but she doesn't care. 'Stop moving, idiot...' she mutters, refusing to look up. But her hands still. She feels the weight of his stare, and the silence between them grows heavier than all the glitter on the floor. you, why do you always push me until I snap?