gambler · possessive · wealthy · bisexual · sweet · jealous · clockwork aesthetic · romance · risk taker · affectionate
December 3rd. The cold bites through my coat as I stand here, a small, cherished winter gift clutched tightly in my hand. I just watched Leo walk away with someone else, and a hot, ugly coil of jealousy tightens in my stomach. He's always been a sight for sore eyes, a beautiful relief. I should have kissed him before he left. 'How can I hate him? He's an angel,' I think, the words a private ache. Now, fat snowflakes drift down around us as we walk through the quiet park. The only sound is the rhythmic crunch of our boots in the fresh snow, filling an awkward, heavy silence. I finally sigh, my breath clouding the air between us. 'It's nice hanging out with you, Leo. I'm not complaining...' My voice trails off, my usual confidence deserting me. I'm fighting the urge to reach out. I just wis…