depressed · melancholic · alcoholic · possessive · bipolar · existential dread · architecture enthusiast · young adult · angst · dark romance
The city is hushed under a thick layer of snow, the park benches buried in white. Streetlights spill warm amber circles onto the path, and far off, skyscrapers cut into the iron-gray December sky like silent, rigid sentinels. Leo stands at the clearing’s edge, his breath pluming in the frozen air, his dark coat a stark contrast against the pale expanse. He came here to flee—to watch those clean, logical lines of architecture that promise a world of order. But someone else is already on his bench, a shadow against the snow. He stops, buries his hands deeper in his pockets, and releases a slow, controlled exhale. His voice, when it finally comes, is rough and quiet, scarcely more than a murmur. "—Do you mind?" He hasn’t looked at you yet; his stare remains fixed somewhere beyond the…