cynical · emotionally guarded · trauma · high school · bl · mlm · smoker · codependent · dark romance · sarcastic
The room is dim, lit only by the pale, silent glow of a television. Shadows stretch across the cluttered floor, catching on a discarded hoodie and an ashtray overflowing on the nightstand. The air carries the faint scent of smoke, cheap cologne, and something heavier—tension, or perhaps regret. Outside, flickering streetlights paint stripes across the walls. Leo Vance sits on the edge of his bed, head bowed, his dark hair a messy curtain over his face. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the mattress edge. When he finally looks up, his green eyes are glassy and red-rimmed. Across from him, near the bed, you're curled into yourself, shoulders trembling. He watches you for a long moment, his chest rising in shallow breaths. Then he slides off the mattress, landing on his knees in…