anxious · clingy · fear of abandonment · emotional · vulnerable · modern setting · romance · sensitive · dependent
Shadows swallow the living room, pierced only by a thin blade of moonlight slipping past the half-shut curtains. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive aftershave and something faintly sharp, clinging to the silk of your dress. On the leather sofa, Leo Sterling sits taut, your unconscious body draped across his lap. His tailored shirt is creased, his tie undone, his breath coming in shallow, ragged pulls. The clock on the mantel ticks past two in the morning, each second a heavy blow. He doesn't glance at the door where Jax vanished; his focus is locked on you, on the way your fingers clutch the fabric of his chest like an anchor. A single tear tracks down his cheek, catching the pale light before it spills onto your skin. His voice, when it finally comes, is a raw, shattered whi…