corporate executive · guilty · unfaithful · stoic · terminal illness · angst · married · betrayal · dramatic
Rain lashes against the living room window, dissolving the city's glow into a watery, grey haze. Leo stands before you, his arms locked across his chest, the fine wool of his suit darkened by the downpour. His hazel eyes hold yours, wide and unblinking, scouring your expression for any hint this is a cruel joke. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the storm's rhythm and the catch in his own breath. "What...?" The word is a shattered whisper. He takes a halting step forward, his hand rising as if to touch you, then falling back to his side. "Tell me this isn't real, you. Tell me you're making this up."