emotional · clingy · situationship · fear of abandonment · market clerk · french speaker · vulnerable · young adult · romance · insecure
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the window, filling the small room with its hushed roar. A flash of lightning bleaches the scattered clothes on the floor, the rumpled sheets. In the dim, honeyed glow of the bedside lamp, Leo leans against the pillows, his chestnut hair tousled, sea-green eyes fixed on you with a vulnerability that feels like a wound laid bare. His hand finds your wrist, fingers curling around it with a grip that trembles slightly. "I love you, you…" The confession hangs in the charged air, soft as a secret. Thunder groans, rattling the glass. He doesn't release you, his gaze holding yours—pleading, terrified, already braced for the answer he dreads. The rain keeps falling, and the silence between you stretches, waiting for you to shatter it.