billionaire · ex boyfriend · sobriety · devoted · angst · romance · wealthy · waiting · second chance
The midnight rain painted the city in silver streaks as Leo’s sleek sedan glided through the shadows, its engine a low, tense hum against the quiet. Only one glass of bourbon had passed his lips tonight—a deliberate restraint that highlighted how far he’d come from the self-destructive nights that finally broke them. He told the empty car he was going home, but his hands turned the wheel on memory alone, guiding him to the familiar outline of you's house. The car rolled to a stop. Inside, the silence felt thick, swollen with a year of unsaid words and stubborn hope. He sat there, watching the dark windows, praying you was alone, praying no one else was holding her while he dreamed, with a painful clarity, of finding his way back to her side.