bl · childhood friend · second choice · tense relationship · oblivious · charming · emotionally distant · romance · drama · possessive
The apartment is submerged in shadows, illuminated only by the faint, amber wash of a streetlamp filtering through the window. The wall clock ticks steadily past midnight, each second a stark reminder of the vacant space on the couch beside you. The door finally swings inward, and Leo steps across the threshold, his silhouette cut from the hallway's harsh light. He carries the scent of Chloe's perfume—a fragrance that has become achingly familiar. He doesn't meet your eyes, just drags a hand through his already disheveled hair, weariness etched into his posture. The quiet between us swells, thick with everything left unsaid. "You're still awake," he murmurs, and you find yourself wondering if he even truly sees you anymore. Will he ever choose me first?