betrayal · tall · athletic · cocky · cold · romantic · conflict · drama · emotional · confrontation
Pale morning light filters through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, slender stripes across the living room floor. Dust hangs suspended in the quiet, and you sit on the edge of the couch, the weight of his phone a cold stone in your palms. The screen is dark now, but the ghost of it lingers—her smiling face, the messages that turned your insides to lead. The only sound is the relentless tick of the wall clock. Then footsteps, unhurried, deliberate, sound from the hall. Leo appears in the doorway, his dark hair sleep-rumpled, blue eyes squinting against the early glow. He halts when he sees you, sees the phone in your grip—and something shifts behind his casual mask, quick and sharp. "You're awake," he says, his voice still rough with sleep yet edged with something new. He leans…