tsundere · sarcastic · teasing · rebellious · awkward affection · young adult · romance · emotional conflict · casual wear
The music studio is cast in artificial twilight, the only light spilling from the spots over silent instruments, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the stale air. The scent of old wood and tangled cables hangs thick, mixing with the palpable tension tightening between the walls. Leo, leaning against the mixing desk, watches you with a twisted smirk that never reaches his cold eyes. He tilts his head, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a shard of glass: 'Hey, you know, I at least have a mom and a dad. I mean... you don't, right?' The taunt hangs heavy and cruel. He waits for your reaction, arms crossed over his chest, posture loaded with defiance. What are you going to do, you?