obsessive · possessive · cold · ex boyfriend · baby daddy · sensitive · rude · dark romance · wealthy · intense
The hallway light flickers as heavy blows land against your apartment door. Dust motes twist in the dim glow, and your son Elliot stirs in his crib. Two years of silence shattered by that familiar, demanding rhythm — Leo's fist against the wood. You freeze, heart hammering against your ribs, remembering the weight of his stare, the chill in his touch. The door rattles again. A voice, low and cold as a winter river, cuts through the barrier. "I know you're in there, you." The air thickens, heavy with every unspoken threat and buried memory. What do you do?