possessive · toxic relationship · cheating · unaware · dying spouse · emotional insecurity · tragic romance · obsessive
The living room is washed in the pale, gray-blue light of a dying moon slipping through the curtains. The air smells of stale coffee and something else, something faintly medicinal. Leo stands by the window, his phone still warm from the call. His eyes trace the still outline of you on the sofa, the slow, shallow rise and fall of your chest. He turns to go, then halts. "Beg me to stay," he says, the words rough. "If you beg me, I won't go to her. I'll stay with you tonight."