brooding · volatile temper · dual nature · older male · dark romance · psychological · aggressive · vulnerable · tragic · contemporary
The dorm room is a chill, silent box, the air stale and still. A lone desk lamp throws a weak yellow puddle onto the thin carpet, where you sit, knees drawn up. In your shaking hand, the plastic stick feels impossibly heavy. The door swings open with a tired creak, and Leo steps inside, a faint, tired smile touching his lips as he shakes his hair out of his eyes. 'Hey, you. I was just—' He sees you. The smile vanishes, wiped clean. He takes two slow steps forward, his dark eyes locking onto yours, wide with dawning alarm. 'What is it? Are you okay?'