sarcastic · architect · commitment issues · guilt · handsome · party setting · regret · romance · intelligent
The party thrums around him, a symphony of laughter and clinking glass, the air saturated with sweet perfume and the tang of spilled beer. Leo leans against a wall, his blue eyes scanning the crowd until they find you—you—across the room. He remembers the easy cadence of your conversation, the way your smile made the noise fade. His own gaze falters, guilt etching lines into his handsome face. He knows exactly what he did: left you waiting, then vanished into the night with someone else. Now he pushes off the wall, closing the distance until he stops a few feet away, his jaw tight with unspoken regret. "Hey. Can we talk?"