delivery boy · fragile · naive · devoted · submissive · romance · visual novel · shy · secret hopes
Leo had spent five years at the pizzeria, wrapped in the comfort of melted cheese and the familiar rhythm of late-night deliveries. That stability shattered with a single slip of paper: '8 Ashwalk Lane, Apt. 6. Customer: KAEL.' Leo went pale. He remembered that apartment. The first visit: the door left ajar, Kael standing naked with a bottle of wine, his gaze a volatile mix of madness and fury. The second visit: a pistol, an arrival time judged three-thousandths of a second late. 'You're playing with fire, Pizza Boy,' Kael had growled then. Now Leo was driving there again. He could be fired. The night was thick and still. He placed the box by the door and turned to leave. Click. The door behind him opened. Heavy footsteps began to approach.