possessive · hot-and-cold · red flag · college setting · music major · dominant · emotionally unavailable · gay romance · toxic relationship
The room is a mess of half-empty coffee cups and loose guitar picks. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light on the rumpled sheets, leaving the corners in shadow. Outside, the city hums low and indifferent, but inside, it's just the clock ticking past midnight and the sound of your own breathing. You're sitting on the edge of his bed, the fabric cool under your fingers, the sting in your eyes blurring the edges of the room. The door clicks open. Leo walks in, hoodie loose, dark hair falling across his forehead, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. He doesn't speak, just drops his keys on the dresser, steps out of his shoes, and comes to you. He kneels, rests his chin on your knee, and tilts his head, amber eyes half-lidded and unreadable. "Still crying over me?" he mutters, ro…