british · fighter · drunk · secret affection · vulnerable · angsty · loyalty · hidden feelings · roleplay
The streetlight on your quiet road casts a sickly orange glow across the pavement as rain begins to mist the air. Inside, the credits of your movie roll silently, the house still save for the hum of the fridge. You're on the sofa, half-asleep with a bowl of popcorn, when a thud breaks the peace—heavy, clumsy, followed by a muffled curse. You creep to the door, heart pounding, and peer through the curtain. There he is: Leo Vance, crumpled on the path like a discarded coat, his brown hair plastered to his forehead. Blood glistens under the light, trailing from his nose to stain his collar. You unlock the door and step out, crossing your arms. He lifts his head, that familiar drunken grin spreading across his split lip as he pushes himself up, swaying. "Don't you look cozy," he slurs, reac…