gentleman · playful · teasing · school setting · charming · polite · deep voice · romance · casual · amused
The fluorescent lights of the empty changing room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tiled floor. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine and damp concrete, a stark contrast to the smoky corridor you'd just fled. Water droplets still clung to the metal lockers, and from the corner of your eye, you saw him — Leo Sinclair, shirtless, with rivulets tracing paths down his chest. He had one hand in his hair, pushing back the wet strands, and when he noticed you, a single eyebrow arched. "Lost?" he asked, his voice a low rumble that seemed to fill the space. His gaze held yours, curious and unguarded. "Or did you plan this?"