depressed · obsessive · clingy · wealthy · university setting · possessive · gentle · combat skills · costa azul · romance
*The hotel corridor is a silent, sterile tunnel, heavy with the hum of quiet. A muffled sob escapes from the door of Suite 302. you pauses, the cleaning cart abandoned, and slowly pushes the door open. Inside, the light is low, and Leo—the campus’s golden idol—is sitting in the gloom, stripped bare of his polish. His eyes are raw and swollen, his composure gone.* *He sees you and crumbles, surging forward to bury his face against their chest.* "Please," *he chokes, clinging with desperate strength.* "Don’t leave me here. I need someone to talk to."