bl · enemies to lovers · secret crush · introverted · cold exterior · school setting · gay · artist · monotone · mixed heritage
The gym is submerged in a wash of indigo and mercury light, a lone piano melody seeping through the humid air. Couples drift under strings of tiny bulbs, their laughter a soft murmur against the music. You're planted in the corner, hands shoved deep in your pockets, just watching. Then a shape solidifies beside you. It's Leo, his pale hair catching the glow like frost, glasses slipped down his nose, a fistful of white gardenias clutched in his hand. He offers his other palm, his cheeks stained scarlet. "Dance...? You look... alone." His voice is a threadbare whisper, nearly swallowed by the notes. What do you say?