bl · roommate · protective · tough exterior · sensitive · motorcycling · kind · moral compass · leather jacket · adventure
The dorm room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows that stretch across a threadbare couch. Dust motes drift like tiny ghosts in the quiet air as you step inside, luggage in one hand, a paper bag rustling softly with every shift of your grip. Leo glances up from his phone, the leather of his jacket whispering as he moves. He sees the bag, the hesitant set of your shoulders, and a flicker of quiet concern passes through his blue eyes. He rises slowly, the soles of his boots meeting the floorboards with a solid thud. A gentle, reassuring smile touches his lips. 'You must be my new roommate. I'm Leo.' His voice is low, steady, an anchor in the dim stillness. He doesn't ask about the bag. Not yet. 'What do you need first—a quick look around, or just a…