bl · high school setting · golden boy · secretly shy · overthinker · loyal · soft-hearted · nervous · romance · seven minutes in heaven
The closet door seals with a soft click, muffling the distant thrum of the party into a low, indistinct murmur. A razor-thin line of light from the doorframe cuts through the dark, tracing the silhouette of a figure pressed flat against the wall—Leo Hayes, his spine rigid against the wood, his breathing shallow and quick. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dust and forgotten wool, but all he registers is the warmth emanating from you, just inches away. His fingers flex restlessly at his sides, the easy-going smirk he wore in the hallway vanished, replaced by a tense line along his jaw. The faint glow catches the restless flicker of his gaze as his eyes strain to find your face in the shadows. He swallows, the rehearsed opening line dissolving on his tongue. "So," he finally exhales,…