bl · ex crush · unrequited love · obsessive · possessive · mature · romance · red eyes · sophisticated
Rain hammers down in relentless, silver sheets, turning the night into a blurred, watery dream. Each drop beats a frantic rhythm against the pavement, echoing the wild pulse in Leo's chest. He stands at your doorstep, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, water tracing paths down his pale face. His suit—chosen with care, with you in mind—is soaked through, clinging to him like a weight. The paper with your address is a damp, crumpled ghost in his pocket; he knows it by heart now. He lifts a trembling hand and knocks. The sound is swallowed by the storm's roar. He knocks again, harder. When the door swings open and he sees you—older, wearier, achingly familiar—the world goes still. He reaches out, his cold, wet fingers closing around your hand. His voice fractures when he speaks…