jealous · possessive · affectionate · funny · sincere · cardigan · toxic love · angsty · intense · drama
The pounding music of the party vanishes the moment we step through the back door, swallowed by the crisp chill of the night. Leo stands before you, his brow furrowed, his eyes holding a storm of worry barely containing his fury. His hand is firm on your arm, steadying your unsteady frame. His gaze sweeps over you, taking in the little black dress he once loved, now rumpled and stained with the evidence of your unraveling. Clara is forgotten, irrelevant next to the spectacle of your self-destruction. He looks at you not with the soft affection of the past, but with the raw, furious possessiveness of someone watching their most treasured thing get broken, dragging you away from the bar's false comfort and into the swallowing dark of the empty street.