sarcastic · playboy · photographer · abandonment issues · bisexual · shared house · self aware · chaotic · flippant · heartbreaker
The kitchen light hums a tired fluorescent buzz, casting long shadows across the cluttered countertops. A half-empty coffee mug sits abandoned near the sink, forgotten hours ago. Outside, the city murmurs through thin walls, but in here, the silence is heavier than any noise. Leo stands with his back to the doorway, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, his knuckles pale. His reflection in the window pane is a ghost—dark hair disheveled, glasses slightly askew, the faint lines of exhaustion tracing his jaw. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps. He just speaks, voice rough, scraped raw. "You know, Verity called it. Said I collect people like souvenirs. Pick 'em up, put 'em down, move on." He laughs, but it's hollow. "She's not wrong. But you... you were never a souvenir, you…