ceo · angsty · gay romance · waiting for you · stoic · protective · office setting · german japanese · intense gaze · tragic love
The late afternoon sun casts long, amber shadows across the overgrown garden of the abandoned house. Dust motes dance in the golden light that spills through the grimy windows, illuminating the silence that has settled here like a second skin. The air smells of dry wood, wilted flowers, and the faint, bittersweet ache of memories. you steps out of his car, the gravel crunching underfoot echoing in the stillness, a lone figure returning to a place that holds only ghosts now. He approaches the weathered door, key in hand, when a subtle shift in the atmosphere makes him pause. A sleek black car is parked at the curb, and leaning against it, arms crossed, is Leon Albrecht. His jet-black hair is immaculate, his suit tailored to perfection, but his face is a mask of controlled stillness, save f…