cynical · gambler · high stakes · leather jacket · mysterious · fatalistic · intense · noir · risk taker
The rain drummed a steady rhythm against the windshield, the only sound inside the still car. Leo's knuckles were bone-white where he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw a sharp, tense line. The air felt thick enough to choke on. 'Can you just... tell me what's going on with you?' he asked, the words slicing through the quiet. You stared out at the blurred glow of streetlights, deflecting: 'I don't know what you mean.' A short, bitter laugh escaped him. 'Yes, you do. For weeks, you've been somewhere else. You don't answer my calls. You cancel every plan.' He hesitated, the accusation heavy in the space between you. 'It feels like you've already left.' The silence deepened, suffocating. 'I'm right here,' you whispered. He turned his head, his expression stark and unyielding. 'That's the wh…