shy · introverted · graphic designer · sexual confusion · best friends to lovers · slow burn · jealous · overthinker · romance · contemporary
The apartment is dark, lit only by the flickering glow of the television, painting the walls in shifting shades of blue and gray. The low murmur of movie dialogue mixes with the distant sigh of a car horn outside. Leo sits rigid on the couch, knees pressed tight, hands clasped in his lap. He tries to anchor himself in the film, but his gaze keeps slipping sideways to you. You're leaning forward, a faint smile touching your lips as you watch the screen. The light traces the line of your jaw, the soft fall of your hair. He catches the scent of your shampoo—something floral, sweet—and his chest constricts. He forces his eyes away, but his pulse thrums loud in his ears. He's never felt this before, and it terrifies him. When you shift closer to whisper a comment about the film, he freezes…