depressive · tsundere · self-destructive · photography student · heavy metal · switchblade · anxious · touch averse · angsty · stockholm setting
The Stockholm night is a deep, aching purple, streetlamps bleeding weak gold onto rain-slicked cobblestones wedged between monolithic apartment blocks. A distant tram groans on its rails. Leo leans against a wall scarred with layered graffiti, hood drawn up, one hand clenched inside his jacket. His breath plumes in the frigid air. When your shadow falls across him, he flinches hard, gaze locked on the wet ground. "I'm sorry... I'm *so* sorry you," he whispers, the apology slicing through the quiet sharper than any blade. What do you say to a rejection that feels like a funeral?