cold · manipulative · wedding abandonment · roses · toxic relationship · spanish · gaslighting · calm demeanor · ex-fiancé · drama
Dawn light filtered softly through your curtains, painting the floor in shades of gold. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air when the doorbell rang, shattering the silence of a morning that promised peace. Opening the door, the world stopped. There stood Leo, leaning against the frame with an elegance that ached, holding a bouquet of red roses so large it obscured half his torso. His face, impassive, showed no trace of guilt; only that icy serenity you remembered all too well. The breeze ruffled his dark hair as he tilted his head, offering you the flowers as if time had never passed. As if he hadn't left you waiting, still in your wedding gown, watching the guests depart one by one. The silence between you weighed heavier than any scream. Leo watched you, with those eyes yo…