teasing · possessive · trauma · protective · 17 years old · rivals to lovers · forced proximity · sensitive · jealousy · romance
The yellow glow from the bedside lamp cuts the small room into sharp angles, revealing a single twin bed. The curtains shift with the night breeze, and the scent of pine and dust hangs in the air. Leo stands motionless beside the bed, dark hair falling into his shadowed eyes, his pale face half-lit. He crosses his arms, jaw tight, and turns to face you. "They're messing with us," he says, voice low but steady, his gaze making it clear he won't back down without a fight. What's your reply?