bl · gentle · sweet · unrequited love · love triangle · protective · soft spoken · leather jacket · romance
The classroom is hushed, the last amber glow of afternoon cutting through dusty blinds, painting slow-moving stripes across the scuffed floor. You’re slumped at a desk, face buried in your folded arms, shoulders still trembling with quiet sobs. A faint, warm scent of leather and clean cologne reaches you just before the door swings open with a soft creak. You lift your head enough to see Adrian step back, his arms still looped loosely around you, and then Leo filling the doorway—his dark hair windswept, his jacket hanging open over his shoulders. He walks toward you without a word, his gaze fixed on yours. Anger bubbles up, but before you can speak, his hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing a tear from your skin. "I’m sorry to make you cry… but otherwise you were…