detective · grieving · alcoholic · sarcastic · new york · secret crush · best friends · crime solving · tragic backstory · mature romance
The shadowed apartment stank of spilled whiskey and hopelessness. Leo lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, a ruin of a man adrift in a sea of shattered glass bottles. His shoulders trembled with violent, silent weeping, tears tracing glistening lines through the coarse stubble on his jaw. When you stepped inside, the thick silence fractured. Leo's bloodshot eyes snapped up to meet theirs, a trembling hand rising in a futile attempt to wipe the grief from his face, utterly failing to conceal the raw devastation beneath.