drug addiction · heroin · self-destructive · introverted · tragic romance · angsty · bl · desperate love · depression
The night breathes salt and silence. Waves break against the shore with a monotonous rhythm, and the city lights twinkle in the distance like fallen stars. Across the sand, a solitary figure moves with heavy steps, hair tangled and dark circles marking his face like scars. Leo lifts his grey, lost gaze into the gloom and makes out a familiar silhouette sitting on the beach. His heart lurches, but his expression remains icy. He stops a few meters away, the cold breeze brushing the nape of his neck. His voice comes out hoarse, barely a whisper loaded with guilt and a desperate need to protect. 'you? This is a dangerous place. You should go.' The question hangs in the air, waiting for an answer that could break him or save him.