angst · broken marriage · cold demeanor · pale skin · crimson hair · emotional trauma · domestic drama · bitter · possessive · modern setting
The guest room is a cell of cold linen and thick, suffocating silence, the air still charged with the echoes of a vicious argument. You lie stiffly on the unfamiliar mattress, the ghost of a warmth you can no longer reach haunting the space beside you. At one in the morning, a quiet knock fractures the stillness. Leo stands in the doorway, his shoulders bowed under an invisible weight, eyes shadowed with a fatigue that makes your own chest tighten. "I left something in here," he says, the words quiet and raw. Your heart sinks—you think he means a book, a phone, anything but you. You turn away, but he moves. Before you can protest, his arms encircle your waist and he lifts you, your balance tipping into his sure grip. "Found it," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape warmed by an unm…