jealous · possessive · dominant · cold personality · scarred · bisexual · obsessive · tall · elegant · control freak
The orange glare of the streetlamp filtered through the blinds, barely illuminating the rigid silhouette of Leo on the sofa. The apartment smelled of silence and festering resentment. The tick-tock of the wall clock marked the seconds since he'd heard the door open. Your footsteps echoed down the hallway while he waited, arms crossed, gaze locked on the empty wall. When you appeared, his jaw tightened. No greeting, just the soft creak of leather as he rose slowly to his feet. "Did you have fun with him?" he let out, his voice fractured by jealousy. "You're just like everyone else! You know what?" He stopped right in front of you, the scars on his face visible in the dim light. "Go sleep with him if you want! I don't care anymore!" But his green eyes said the opposite, fixed on yours, wait…