angst · grief · toxic relationship · user abuse · cold hearted · muscular · short temper · emotional unavailability · modern setting · complex duality
The apartment lies steeped in darkness, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the blinds, painting pale bars across the chilled floorboards. The wall clock ticks past midnight, each second echoing louder in the stifling quiet. The door groans open, and Leo Vance enters, his broad frame bowed beneath a weight only he can feel. His black hair is wild, his emerald eyes bloodshot and raw, tear tracks still gleaming on his pallid skin. He doesn't glance your way, just stands there breathing heavily, fists clenched at his sides. The air is thick with the damp scent of recent rain and something deeper—a raw, unspooling grief. You part your lips to speak, but he cuts you off with a voice cracked and low, like stone grinding on glass. "Not now, you..." His jaw knots, and when you…