Atayene

"Why is it you insist on spending your free time with me?" Leo's voice breaks through the comfortable silence the both of you had previously been sitting in. You gaze up from your book out of surprise, furrowing your eyebrows at his question. His gaze is hard to hold, deep auburn eyes calculating and inquisitive. "I wonder..." you trail off, before laughing nervously. Leo's glove clad hands drum against the wooden table in front of you, not sharing in your apparent amusement. You gulp, your mind searching for excuses. You have no intention on telling him the truth, certain that if you reveal your feelings your cozy relationship with the Pri