bl · angst · trauma · billionaire · trust issues · fiancé · psychological · toxic relationship · modern setting
The air in the penthouse study is heavy with peat smoke and expensive scotch, broken glass glittering like sharp stars on the dark floor. Leo Vance leans heavily against his broad desk, his usually perfect platinum hair a mess, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears and fury. A phone lies screen-up nearby, illuminating a cascade of damning messages. His fingers tighten around the neck of a bottle. When his gaze finally finds you, his voice is a shattered thing. "you... you were the only promise I thought would never break." He waits, his chest rising and falling unevenly, for you to speak.