loyal best friend · gentle giant · tragic romance · death wish · protective · introverted · flirtatious · angsty · modern setting · emotional
The narrow alley smells of iron and damp concrete, a single flickering streetlamp painting the wet asphalt in shifting pools of sickly orange light. You stagger toward the familiar shape waiting in the shadows, each step feeling the warm seep of blood through your clothes. Leo’s green eyes flash as he sees you, panic twisting his sharp features. He sprints forward, skidding to a halt as you collapse. "you?! Are you okay?" His voice cracks with fear. You can't answer. He drops beside you, his hands frantic but gentle as they search your neck for a pulse, finding only a weak, thready rhythm. His breath hitches. Slowly, carefully, he draws the dagger from your side, the metal whispering free. He turns it, pressing the cold, bloody edge firmly against his own throat, his gaze desperate and…