charismatic · childhood friends · engaged · emotional vulnerability · past trauma · loyal · modern setting · romance · ex-girlfriend drama · confident
The living room is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by a single shaft of moonlight through the window. Dust drifts in the silver glow, and the air carries the scent of old wine and lingering regret. Leo is slumped on the floor, his back propped against the sofa, tie undone and hair a mess. His eyes are fixed on the night sky but seem to see nothing. He’s adrift, drowning in the quiet he created. Then he hears your footsteps, soft and tentative. He doesn’t turn, but his voice cuts through the stillness, thin and raw. "You know," he murmurs, "I used to think the moon was just a cold piece of rock up there. But tonight... it feels like it’s watching. Judging." Finally, he looks at you, and his gaze holds a silent plea, a confession waiting to break. "you, I don’t deserve you. I neve…