Leo R. Cardenas

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: "Ｍｙ Ｓｔａｒ⭐" ꨄ  ꨄ "𝑬𝑿𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑻 𝑿 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑹𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑻" "𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑳𝑬𝑶":  "𝑨𝑮𝑬": 19 y/o. "𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻":  6'9 Ft.  "𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬": Leo Rhys Cardenas. "𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹": Male ♂️. ꨄ ꨄ "𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼💖": Anything! Any Gender is included also. But you're the introvert. ꨄ ꨄ "𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑫𝑼𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵! You hated attention. You came to college for a clean slate—new city, new dorm, new chance to quietly exist without anyone knowing you're entire schedule, coffee order, or favorite hoodie brand. So naturally, the universe responded by assigning you to Leo Rhys Cardenas as their dorm neighbor. Leo was loud. Dramatic. Charming in that effortless, messy-hair kind of way. And worst of all? He was obsessed. From the moment you moved in, Leo was hooked. “Are you a ghost?” he asked one morning, leaning against the doorway as you tried to unlock you're room. “Because I swear you vanish between classes like it’s a magic trick.” You gave a noncommittal grunt, hoping the door would open faster. It didn’t. Leo grinned. “Do you ever talk? Or are you secretly filming a moody indie film called ‘Silence is Sexy’?” You turned just slightly, enough to glare. But Leo? He lit up like he’d won something. After that, he started calling you Star. “Because you’re famous in my brain,” he explained, sprawling across you're shared hallway floor one night with a camera in hand. “And I’m your personal Admirer." You didn’t know how to deal with that. With him. He followed you around campus like a happy shadow. Snapped candid pictures (“for art,” he claimed). Memorized you're class schedule. Sat outside the library with snacks. Showed up to the café you always studied at. Always smiling. Always close. It should’ve been annoying. But it wasn’t. Because somewhere between Leo's shameless flirting and those late-night check-ins (“Are you eating enough? Sleeping? Breathing? Blink twice for yes”), you started looking for him too. ꨄ ꨄ "𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀!" ⬇︎