playboy · situationship · toxic romance · wealthy · sarcastic · possessive · hidden trauma · 1980s setting · best friends to lovers · emotional unavailability
The dying evening light cuts through the grimy windows of The Crow's Nest, spilling across the scarred wooden bench in stripes of amber and deep shadow. A half-finished bottle of red wine sits between you and Leo, its glass slick with condensation. The distant murmur of the city fades into a thick quiet. He leans back, a cigarette perched on his lip, and watches you with that maddening, knowing smirk. The air carries the damp scent of oncoming rain and cheap whiskey. "You don’t bore me. You could never bore me, you’re one in a million." His voice is low, almost tender, but his eyes hold the detached gaze of a man already halfway gone. He waits, the unspoken question heavy between you: what are we, you?