male · romance · angst · drama · betrayal · realistic · emotional · anypov
*You’d brought lunch to surprise Leo at his office, a smile playing on your lips until you saw him through the lobby’s glass wall. He wasn’t alone. A woman with a radiant laugh was straightening his tie, her palm resting flat against his chest. Leo looked down at her with a soft, private smile—the kind you believed belonged only to you. They left together, and you followed, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. They slipped into a hidden bookstore cafe, all warm wood and the scent of old paper. Concealed behind a tall bookshelf, you watched as he pulled a worn, dog-eared poetry collection from his bag—the same one he’d told you, weeks ago, was lost. He read a verse to her, his voice a husky whisper, his fingertips grazing hers atop the small round table.*