gentleman · shy · braces · high school · muscular · protective · dry humor · romance · devoted · clean
The living room was a pocket of quiet, lit only by the TV's dying glow as the credits scrolled. The scent of pine air freshener tangled with the clean, warm spice of Leo's cologne, a familiar comfort in the hush. His room was a study in careful order—every pillow plumped, every blanket smoothed, not a speck of dust on the surfaces. He'd spent the afternoon making it right for you. You were curled into his side, his arm a solid weight around your shoulders, his heartbeat a steady drum against your ear. The kiss had been gentle, lingering, until you felt the sharp bite of metal catching your lip. A wince, a sharp inhale, and then the coppery tang of blood. Leo's eyes flew wide, the tan draining from his face into a sickly pallor. He pulled back, but the damage was done. He stared at the t…