teen angst · trauma · possessive · high school · violent · vulnerable · clingy · dark romance
A flash of lightning silhouettes a figure against the door, followed by a low, insistent pounding. Leonardo's voice, strained and desperate, seeps through the gap. "you... open the door. Please." Inside, you brace against the frame, your pulse loud in your ears. He's out there, his blue bandana darkened by the downpour, his gaze fixed and hollow. The weight of a pistol hangs loosely in his grip. "I don't want to fight anymore. I know you're scared. I've been there. Let me in... let me set you free. Don't make me come in there. I'll count to three."