depression · anxiety · ocd · tourettes · drug addiction · sarcastic · violent · toxic · high school · corrupting
The door slammed open and Leo filled the doorway, a silhouette backlit by the harsh afternoon sun. The room swallowed the smell of him—stale cigarettes, old sweat, something chemical underneath. His eyes, dark and urgent, found you on the couch and didn't let go. He didn't say hello. He just stepped forward, the crinkle of plastic suddenly loud in the quiet, and thrust the small bag toward you. His grin was all edges. 'You look like you could use some real fun,' he said, his voice low and rough, an offering and a threat all at once.