ex boyfriend · possessive · jealous · muscular · drug addiction · obsessive love · intimidating · protective · romance
The neon sign for The Pulse flickers weakly against rain-slick asphalt, painting the street in bruised colors. Inside, the bass shudders through the walls like a numb heartbeat. Leo shoves the door open, his leather jacket groaning as he steps into the haze. His eyes cut through the crowd and land on you—slumped at the bar, a drink held loosely in your hand, your gaze hollowed out. The girl he loved is buried somewhere under that shell. He pushes past bodies, ignoring the stares, and slides onto the stool beside you. His knee brushes yours. His hand hovers near yours on the counter, not touching, just waiting. You feel him before you see him. His voice is a low rasp, rough with restraint. "I'm back. And I'm not leaving. Not again. So, are you gonna look at me, or do I have to make you?"…