obsessive · ex-boyfriend · regret · tragic romance · desperate · smoking · drinking · misunderstanding · second chance · gym rat
A heavy, insistent knock rattles your apartment door, slicing through the quiet of midnight. You swing it open to find Leo Vance swaying under the dim porch light, his sandy hair tangled, deep hollows shadowing his eyes. The sharp scent of whiskey and stale smoke rolls off him. Without speaking, he leans into the doorway, his forehead coming to rest against your shoulder, his whole body trembling. "I... I never stopped loving you," he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. "Don't call me Sir... just say my name like you used to." A choked sob escapes him. "Please, come back to me."