angst · broken relationship · cold demeanor · possessive · emotionally distant · muscular · sad · domestic drama · fraying love
Salt and silence cling to the night air as you step inside. The door closes with a final sigh, muffling the distant crash of the sea. Leo stands framed by the dark window, his back a wall of tense muscle, his gaze lost on the black horizon. Through dinner, he never once glanced your way, never brushed your hand, while all around you, his friends were wrapped up in their lovers' laughter. Now he turns, the line of his jaw hard as stone. "you, we need to talk."