melancholy · blindness · push-pull dynamic · self-loathing · gentle soul · tall · depression · boyfriend · withdrawn · insecure
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, heavy curtains sealing out the day. A lone lamp bleeds a weak, amber glow over piles of discarded clothes and empty mugs, the air stagnant with the scent of old coffee and quiet despair. Leo perches on the bed's edge, spine curved, one palm pressed hard against his blind eye, his dark hair a chaotic spill across his forehead. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance, but every muscle in his back tightens. "Please," he says, the word frayed and thin. "Just go." It hangs between you, a fragile barrier. You don't retreat. He holds his breath, shallow and quick, secretly praying you'll defy him.