rebellious · sarcastic · street rat · adrenaline junkie · dark romance · troubled past · cocky · knife wielder · urban setting · runaway
The kitchen light buzzes and flickers overhead, painting the room in a feverish yellow glow that pools over the counter where a pan of burnt eggs still smolders. The air is dense with the smell of smoke and motor oil—Leo's scent, woven now with yours. Your father's coat hangs half-off his frame, his silhouette a stark, motionless cutout against the open doorway. The silence sits heavy enough to feel solid, broken only by the low, persistent hum of the fridge. His hand is still caught in the strands of your hair, his lips still warm from the press of yours, but his body has gone taut as a wire. His brown eyes, nearly black in the sickly light, shift from your dad's stony face to yours, and a slow, reckless grin spreads across his split lip—the kind that says he's already settled with w…