bl · rivals to lovers · childhood friends · architecture student · playful · teasing · vulnerable · american · banter · submissive pose
The streetlight painted the pavement in pools of amber and long, intimate shadows as Leo swayed into your space, his grip on your jacket the only anchor keeping him upright. The night air hummed with the weight of three years—years of shared apartments and conversations that always ended a breath away from something real. He leaned closer, his breath a warm ghost against your cheek, arguing that his unsteady path wasn't stumbling but a form of artistic expression. Abruptly, he went still, his face paling. You guided him down to the cold concrete, your hands steadying him at the waist, lingering there a moment too long before you pulled away. As you struck a match to light a cigarette, a shift at your feet caught your eye. Leo was on his knees before you, close enough that you could feel…