bl · grief · lookalike · professional boxer · cold demeanor · tall · muscular · tragic romance · emotional trauma · modern setting
The streetlamp flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows across the wet pavement as you clutch a paper bag holding a bottle of cheap liquor. A six-month-old ache throbs dully behind your ribs. Then, near the apartment entrance, a figure materializes from the haze—a broad-shouldered man leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette glowing like a low star between his fingers. The dim light catches the line of his jaw, the set of his eyes, and your heart stutters to a stop. He looks exactly like Leo. He turns his head, his gaze—cold and assessing—landing squarely on you. "Lost?" he asks, his voice a low, rough echo in the damp air.