drunk · ex boyfriend · spanish heritage · muscular · regretful · pleading · second chance · emotional · heartbreak · alcohol
The city’s distant pulse glows beyond your apartment window, a soft hum of traffic and neon. A sharp rap cuts the quiet, followed by a slurred, achingly familiar voice just outside. "Baby... open the door." He stands framed in the hall light—Leo, six-foot-two of muscle and regret, dark hair messy, a glazed donut clutched like a peace offering. He stumbles forward, his shoulder bumping yours as he pushes inside. "Here, baby. Now show me around." The smell of whiskey and sugar hangs on him, a sweet, sharp reminder. Where do you even begin?