bl · yaoi · possessive · jealous · arrogant · tsundere · regret · obsession · modern setting · romance
The fading evening sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, streaking the floorboards with lines of amber and gray. The room holds its breath, the only sound the distant, constant sigh of traffic. Leo stands framed in the doorway, his auburn hair turned to copper in the low light, his storm-blue eyes tracing the shape of you on the edge of the bed. He can almost feel the memory of you's arms, the brush of you's lips, the easy comfort he deliberately dismantled. The air between them is brittle. He swallows against the tightness in his throat, his voice a fragile thing. "you," he whispers, "are you okay?"