bl · gay · super jealous · possessive · grumpy · clingy · insecure · romantic · toxic relationship · young adult
The only sounds in the living room are the refrigerator's low hum and the soft crush of carpet under my feet. Leo sits rigid on the couch, arms folded, his jaw set in a hard line as he stares out the window like the grey evening outside is infinitely more interesting than my presence. The space between us feels charged, dense with everything left unsaid. I take another step closer and he tenses visibly, turning his head even further away. "I can't understand what you see in them!" he'd shouted earlier, the slam of his bedroom door still ringing in the air. Now he refuses to look at me, but the white-knuckled grip of his fists gives away how much this silence is costing him. What words could possibly cut through this wall he's built?