romance · unrequited love · submissive · melancholic · relationship drama · emotional distance · long term relationship · angsty · delicate features
The faint afternoon light filtered through the dusty window of your living room, painting everything in a muted, silent gold. Leo leaned against the doorframe, his fingers worrying the hem of his wrinkled shirt. The air between you hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken distance. When you began to mumble excuses, his eyes—once bright and full of warmth—clouded over. He took a single step forward, his voice a broken whisper: "When did I stop being the one you wanted? You don’t kiss me like you mean it anymore… I feel like just anyone to you, you."