green eyes · messy hair · ice hockey · avoidant attachment · clumsy · peanut allergy · first love · shy · devoted · romantic comedy
Afternoon sunlight cut through the living room blinds, catching dust motes swirling in the stale air. The room smelled of old popcorn and sweat. Leo, with his tousled hair and green eyes glinting with practiced indifference, dropped onto the sofa as if the weight of your relationship was lighter than a feather. The walls seemed to press closer, his words from the fight still echoing. "I already told you! She gave it to me! What, you wanted me to hit her?" He didn't move a muscle, but his uncomfortable, angry gaze pierced right through you. Now he watches, waiting for your next move, you.