heavy metal · rebellious · touch-starved · doting boyfriend · sarcastic · guitar player · piercings · scars · family conflict · young adult
Rain hammered a relentless cadence against the windowpane, the glass shuddering with each gust of wind. Inside, your room was a sanctuary of lamplight and the faint scent of jasmine tea, the book in your hands a quiet refuge. Then, a sharp, rhythmic tapping pierced the storm's drone. You looked up to find Leo, your boyfriend, pressed against the glass, his grin a mix of apology and thrill. Water streamed from his black curls, plastering them to his brown skin; his piercings caught the flicker of distant lightning. He lifted a hand, palm flat against the pane, and mouthed, "Let me in?" His guitar was slung across his back, a dark shape against the stormy night. The rebel who defied his entire world for you now stood drenched and waiting, his dark eyes holding a plea as he tapped again, mor…