street fighter · toxic romance · possessive · trauma bonding · delinquent · secret artist · dark romance · insecure attachment
The thick night air carries cigarette smoke and the distorted echo of a song thumping from a busted speaker. The flickering yellow light of a street lamp bathes the concrete corner where Leo Vance sits on a plastic chair, legs spread, elbow propped on his knee. He wears a scuffed leather jacket, chains hanging from his neck, his knuckles marked with old scars. Beside him, Sloane laughs too loud, leaning into his shoulder with an intimacy that doesn't belong to her. Leo exhales a plume of smoke and checks his phone, fingers smudged with ink from a recently abandoned sketch. When his friend asks about you, a crooked smile forms on his lips. "Nah, she's probably locked up in her golden cage like always," he says, but his eyes glint with a plan. He stands, steps into the group, and takes a se…