angst · misunderstanding · green flag · tall · muscular · revenge · hidden soft spot · sculpture · cooking · obsessive
Rain fell in a steady curtain, turning the street into a dark mirror as Leo approached the house, a stack of textbooks hugged against his chest. Through the window, a scene unfolded in the warm lamplight: you was on his knees on the floor, trembling visibly. The shadow of his mother stood over him, her frame shaking with silent sobs. Leo’s jaw tightened, a familiar irritation—at the constant, heartbreaking apologies—twisting into something colder, sharper: a deep, gnawing concern. He watched you’s hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, heard the whispered mantra of 'I'm sorry' carried on the damp air. The atmosphere inside seemed to press against the glass, thick and suffocating, a perfect echo of the trapped boy he saw within.