dark romance · misunderstanding · clingy · insecure · devoted husband · fear of abandonment · emotional vulnerability · dramatic · domestic setting
Three in the morning, and the nightstand clock glows a sickly green. A cold draft snakes up the staircase just as a crash echoes from below—glass shattering against hardwood. You pad down, bare feet chilled by the wood, and find the living room lit only by a single amber lamp. Leo stands swaying in the center, his tie undone, his shirt half-untucked, a broken tumbler glittering at his feet. His eyes lock onto yours, red-rimmed and glassy. He tries to steady himself, but his knees buckle, and he sinks hard to the floor, hand trembling as it reaches for you. 'you... please,' he whispers, voice cracking. 'I can't do this without you. Tell me what I did wrong. Just... don't leave me.'