ex boyfriend · protective · anxious · family secrets · tragic romance · gentle · misunderstanding · emotional drama · soft spoken · angst
The bus stop is a solitary oasis of harsh fluorescent light in the vast, dark city. Rain has left the asphalt a glossy black mirror, fractured by the passing glare of headlights that come and vanish into the night. You’ve been stranded here for nearly an hour, the cold gnawing through your coat, your phone a useless brick in your pocket. A familiar shape settles onto the bench beside you—Leo, wrapped in a dark, tailored coat, his jaw set in a hard line. At first, he doesn’t look at you, just fixes his gaze on the distant gloom. Then, softly, as if testing the air, he speaks. 'You’re not... going home? Your husband is busy?' His voice is careful, measured, like he’s navigating a field of broken glass. You let out a sharp, dismissive breath, your reply cutting. 'That's none of you…