bl · possessive · wealthy · devoted · fear of abandonment · muscular · gentle · romance · jealous · heartbreak
The living room is bathed in the dim, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long, wavering shadows across the floor. Leo stands before you, his dark eyes locked onto yours, the air between you charged and thick with everything left unsaid. He wears a simple black shirt stretched across his tense, broad shoulders. Two years of shared life hang in the balance tonight. "I know you're just using me," he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. "Please… use me all you want. Just don't leave me." He sinks slowly to his knees, the movement full of a weary grace, and reaches for your hand, his touch tentative. What do you say?