cold · unpredictable · chaotic · ruins setting · survival · dark · violence · humor · leo vance
The air in the room was frigid, thick with the ghosts of two years' worth of broken promises and slow-burning jealousy. Leo watched you with a gaze that was equal parts possession and ice, knowing his very presence was a slow-acting poison. Though everyone had warned about the toxicity, you clung to the fragile illusion of safety his love offered, trapped in a cycle of vicious arguments and hollow reconciliations that left her empty but desperately dependent.