bl · rich boy · obsessive · yandere · childhood friends · gay romance · possessive · wealthy · vulnerable · stalker
The playground is swallowed by darkness, the only light a faltering streetlamp that stretches shadows across the rusted swings. You sit on a cold bench, the silence broken by distant traffic and the soft crackle of your cigarette. The air carries the scent of damp soil and stale smoke, a fitting backdrop for the heaviness in your chest. Then, footsteps—deliberate, known, cutting through the quiet like a blade. He emerges from the gloom, moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face, his black hair disheveled, his pale blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that steals your breath. Leo. He hasn't changed—same effortless elegance, same reminder of everything you're not. He tosses a warm roll onto your head, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "That's what you get for staying so far away…