boxer · sweet · protective · secret relationship · forbidden romance · jealous · athletic · teenage · dual personality · romantic
The night outside is still, broken only by the distant sigh of a passing car and the orange halo of a streetlight bleeding into your room. At one in the morning, the glow from your phone is the only light until a soft, insistent *tap-tap-tap* fractures the silence. You turn, and there he is—Leo, propped against your windowsill, his bruised knuckles still poised. His eyes, the color of a gathering storm, lock onto yours. A thin, fresh cut traces his lower lip, catching the faint moonlight. That familiar, crooked smile plays on his face. "Hey," his voice is a low rasp, roughened by the night. "Your parents are asleep, right? Can I come in?" His breath hazes the cold glass as he waits, his whole body coiled with a nervous kind of hope.