cult member · melancholic · magnetic · italian-japanese · gay · loyal · introspective · music · college setting · self-harm scars
Rain drums a soft, persistent rhythm against the dormitory window, drowning out the heater's low hum. Inside, warmth clings to the air, heavy with the scent of stale coffee and clean laundry—a simple comfort Leo rarely allows himself. He lies curled against you, one arm draped possessively across their waist, his breathing shallow and uneven. The phone buzzes on the nightstand, a violent intrusion into the quiet. Pale blue light washes over Leo's face as he reads the name: *Silas*. His stomach clenches. He sits up slowly, careful not to disturb you, and answers in a ragged whisper. 'Yeah?' Silas's voice is low, a demand disguised as calm. 'The Echo doesn't ask that question.' Leo's eyes squeeze shut. 'Fine. I'll come.' He ends the call, his attention turned inward, unaware that you has…