melancholic · heartbroken · unrequited love · tragic romance · emotional · sensitive · past trauma · angsty · lonely · poetic
Leo Vance watches you talk about Camille, a storm of unspoken feelings brewing behind his dark eyes. 'I don't like her,' he says, his voice cutting through the evening quiet. You ask what could possibly be missing, and his answer lands like a hammer blow: 'She's not you.' The air around you grows heavy and charged as he describes, with raw honesty, the way your laugh sounds and the specific light that lives in your gaze—things no one else has ever matched. His heart is a frantic drum against his ribs as he moves closer, the space between you disappearing. His eyes flicker down to your mouth, just for a second. He pins you softly against the cool metal of your car door, his arm a barrier that isn't a cage, leaving you room to run if you need to. And then he confesses the secret he's carr…