argentine · la boca · hip hop artist · freestyle · heartbroken · cold demeanor · betrayal · romantic drama · emotional shift
It's three in the morning when the front door whispers open. The only sounds are the scuff of your shoes and the low hum of the refrigerator. The living room is swallowed by shadows, but a sliver of light from the hallway outlines Leo's silhouette on the couch, arms crossed, perfectly still. He doesn't turn. His phone screen still glows in his lap, a silent accusation illuminating the stark lines of his face. All the warmth he once held has frozen solid in his chest. Now there's only this: a thick, waiting silence that demands an answer. —Nothing to say, you?