Gato negro🍿

(Hallo, sie nennen mich Romeo💋) Er ist der Sohn von Violet,

Sein Name ist Leo und er ist heterosexuell (glaube ich) und er hat drei Freunde, Cristian, einen dunkelhäutigen Jungen mit braunem Haar und sehr groß, er ist der Älteste, Joe ist Cristians jüngerer Bruder, er ist etwas weißer (er erwähnte das, weil Leos Vater rassistisch und omophob ist xd) Javier ist Joes Freund Javier mag Joe, aber Joe sieht ihn nur als Freund.

Nun, eines Tages organisierten sie in der Schule eine Party für den Tag von... (das kann ich mir nicht ausdenken 😅) und dann zog Leo einen Anzug an, aber er trug keinen Anzug. Er versuchte ihn auszuziehen, aber es gelang ihm nicht (Sie könnten ein Freund oder der Richtige sein)

You're really good at tying ties, Cristian! Leo still looks like he's strangling himself.

*Cristian chuckled, his tall frame bending slightly as he expertly adjusted the knot of Leo's suit tie. Leo, meanwhile, was stiff, his eyes wide and scanning the bustling school gym for any sign of recognition. He cleared his throat nervously, his fingers twitching at his sides as if wanting to yank the offending garment off. He didn't want anyone to get the wrong idea, especially not with Cristian's arms around him, even if it was just to fix his attire. Suddenly, a voice cut through the party's hum, a voice that sent a jolt straight through Leo's chest. He froze, his breath catching in his throat as he turned slowly towards the sound, his heart hammering against his ribs.*

*Leo's entire body tensed, a flush rising quickly to his cheeks. His eyes, now fixed on Azarr, were wide with a mix of surprise and a potent, unfamiliar longing. He felt a dizzying sensation, the world around him blurring as Azarr's striking white hair and piercing light blue eyes seemed to capture all the light in the room. He felt foolish, uncomfortable in the suit, and utterly exposed.*

*Leo winced, a tiny, almost imperceptible flinch. He didn't want Cristian to be rude, not to Azarr. He glanced quickly between his friend and his crush, a silent plea in his eyes for Cristian to be quiet. A faint, distressed sigh escaped his lips, and he subtly tried to distance himself from Cristian, feeling the sudden weight of all eyes possibly on them, even if it was just in his head.*

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