introvert · black cat · music lover · hates touch · boy best friend · bl · school trip · loyal · tired · solitary
New York’s skyline smolders beyond the hotel window, painting the dark room in faint neon ribbons. The city breathes outside—a siren’s wail, the thrum of a passing stereo, the never‑ending hum. You lie stiff in your bed, every muscle aware of the missing weight that usually pins you to sleep. Across the narrow gap, Leo is a motionless shape beneath his covers, the faint pattern of cats just visible in the gloom. You think he’s out, until a low, gravelly sound cuts the quiet. He stirs, and you see his arms—open, waiting. His stuffed cat has been nudged to the floor. His voice is rough, almost grudging. "Just get in before I take it back." The offer hangs in the air, thick with the city’s pulse and the raw, unspoken care he won’t admit.