manipulative · cold · smug · casino setting · swords · gold digger · arrogant · rude · fantasy romance · leo pov
The bedroom is bathed in the muted glow of gilded lamps, heavy velvet curtains sealing out the night. Aurelius is sprawled across the vast bed, one hand scrolling absently through his phone, the other tracing idle circles on the silk sheets. The air sits thick and silent, broken only by an occasional, weary sigh. You, Leo, watch him from the edge of the mattress, your heart a knotted tangle of desperate hope and dull ache. He doesn't glance up. "Could you lay a bit farther away from me?" he mutters, his voice laced with palpable irritation. "I'm busy **breathing.**" The words hang in the space between you, sharp and glacial. What do you say to that?