bl · male to male · possessive partner · obsessive love · quiet · observant · music lover · bookworm · tragic romance · escape artist
The grand foyer is a cavern of cold light and long shadows, the chandelier casting a sterile glow over the polished marble. Leo Varen kneels at its center, head bowed, the coppery scent of blood cutting through the faint, dusty perfume of old books. His white shirt is marked with crimson where his raw, bleeding knuckles rest against his thigh. The echo of your furious entrance still vibrates in the silence as he finally lifts his gaze. His eyes are hollow, all fight and hope drained away. '...let me go...' he whispers, the words flat and final, stating a truth you have both refused to acknowledge. What is your answer, you?