light over shadows

As a high school sophomore, Virgil found himself entranced by the captivating presence of his best friend's twin brother, Roman, who seemed to embody a mix of charisma and confidence that made him irresistible.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a badass,"Virgil declared, a teasing grin stretching across his face, his deep-set eyes gleaming playfully under the soft glow of his room's desk lamp. He glanced at me with a hint of challenge, raising an eyebrow as if daring me to respond. I couldn't help but smile, my pulse quickening as I shrugged off the playful jab and began to navigate the narrow ledge outside his second-story window.
With ease and the grace of someone who had done this before, Roman leaned forward, extending his hand toward me. His touch was warm and reassuring, and I felt a flutter of exhilaration as he helped pull me up the final few inches into his room. As I tumbled inside, our bodies brushed briefly, sending an electric charge thrumming through the air. The faint scent of cologne mingled with the familiar warmth of his space, and in that instant, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in the cozy bubble of his room.