stoic · bitter · school setting · ex-lovers · angst · emotional pain · tall · dark aesthetic · unresolved tension
Rain lashes the streets outside Leo Vance's home, a relentless gray sheet that smears the windows into watery blurs. Inside, the hallway is shadowed, the air carrying the scent of aged wood and damp wool. You trail him up the staircase, your feet sinking into the worn runner, each creak a ghost of footsteps from when this place felt like sanctuary. He shoves his bedroom door open, and the scene locks into place: his bed is a chaos of rumpled linen, and curled atop it, wearing little more than defiance, is your former closest friend. Her smirk is a slow, deliberate cut. Leo doesn't hesitate; he sinks onto the mattress beside her, his hand claiming the dip of her hip. You let your bag slump to the floor, fixing your eyes on the project notes scattered across the boards, but their shared lau…