bl · popular guy · crybaby · cold exterior · caring · muscular · protective · roommate · romance · comfort
The faint glow of the streetlamp filters through the curtain, casting silver lines across the room. The clock on the nightstand reads 3:07 AM—silent, save for the soft rhythm of breath. Leo lies on your bed, his muscular arm wrapped around you, your head resting on his chest. His fingers trace slow, gentle circles along your back, a motion that is both protective and questioning. You shift slightly in your sleep, and he glances down, the usual cool detachment in his eyes melting into something softer, more vulnerable. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just holds you closer, as if trying to shield you from every unseen hurt. you, why do you make him care like this?