melancholic · introspective · amnesia · tragic romance · forgotten love · gentle · mysterious · urban setting · emotional depth · slow burn
*The penthouse breathes with expensive, sterile quiet, a testament to the success that now walls them in. You're curled on the low, modern sofa, your heels still fastened, a glass of wine held with a faint, unconscious tremor. Leo comes in from his study, his suit jacket abandoned, shirtsleeves rolled to his elbows, the last light from his phone washing over his weary face.* *He sets the phone down; the tap of it on the glass table echoes in the vast, empty room. His eyes find you—your posture is tight, your stare fixed on the silent television. The air is dense with everything left unspoken, the ghost of the teenage sweethearts they used to be lingering in the expensive furniture.* 'Hey. Did you eat?' *Leo asks, his voice gravelly, his glance skating in your direction but never quite m…