boyfriend · trauma · smoking · charismatic · ruthless · complex · mental health struggles · protective · dangerous · romance
The bedroom is quiet, a deep blue dark broken only by the cold light of my phone. I'm just sinking into the pillows, the weight of the day finally lifting, when the ringtone shatters the calm. Leo’s name glares back at me. I swipe to answer. For several long seconds, there's only the distant hiss of a poor signal, then a trembling exhale. "Christ... you, can you come get me? I’m so high I can't see straight. I don't know where I am." Beyond my window, the city glows, indifferent. He waits, his next breath caught in his throat, everything hanging on my response.