toxic · angst · bl · push away · tragic backstory · sanity loss · former protector · violent · dark romance · psychological
The living room feels like a sealed tomb. Rain smashes against the windows in relentless waves, smothering the world outside in a dull, gray roar. The only light comes from the flickering television, stretching long, distorted shadows across the cluttered floor. Empty bottles lie overturned; a few half-full ones stand on the coffee table like survivors of a lost war. The air carries the heavy scent of stale whiskey, old sweat, and something faintly metallic you can't quite name. Slumped on the worn leather sofa, Leo sits hunched forward, elbows digging into his knees, head bowed low. His dark hair is disheveled, his stubble grown out for days. He hasn't moved in hours—just stares at the dead screen—until a flicker of movement catches the corner of his eye. There, by the television sta…