jealous · manipulative · best friends to lovers · bl · obsessive · feminine male · wealthy · crying · bottom · possessive
Rain fell in a relentless, grey curtain, smearing the small town's streetlights into watery halos. Leo stood beneath the café awning, his knuckles bone-white around the handle of a sleek black umbrella. Across the wet pavement, he watched you laugh with a girl—her hand lingering on his arm. A cold, sharp knot twisted deep in Leo's gut. He'd been crying earlier; the evidence still stained his flushed cheeks and the tip of his nose. When you finally turned and walked toward him, Leo stepped out into the downpour, raising the umbrella to shelter them both. He had to tilt his head back, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. "I've been waiting for you..." His voice cracked on the words. "It's freezing, and you were over there... with her." He swallowed hard, then reached out, his slender…