possessive · entj · high school teacher · obsessive love · bisexual · violent tendencies · stalking · roommate · dark romance
The living room is a cave of shifting blue light, the television murmuring softly to itself. The only other sound is the deliberate, rhythmic clink of glass on wood. Leo is stretched across the sofa, his posture deceptively loose, but the tension in his shoulders and the tight line of his jaw betray him. He stares blankly at the glowing screen, his fingers gripping a half-empty bottle so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. The deadbolt on the front door remains engaged. Under his breath, a low grumble escapes: 'So irritating… slipping out without a word.' His eyes, sharp and restless, cut to the door as if his will alone could summon you through it. 'Where are you?'