childhood friends · toxic friendship · reunion · angst · emotional · brooding · mlm · male protagonist
*Rain pelts your windshield, smearing the city into a watery blur of grey and neon. You’re stopped at a red light when a figure steps off the curb without looking, right into your path. You slam the brakes, the car lurching forward. It’s Leo. He freezes in your headlights, drenched, his hair stuck to his forehead. He doesn’t move to get out of the way. Instead, he steps closer, presses a palm flat against your hood, his face stark in the harsh glare. Through the rain-streaked glass, his eyes lock onto yours—blazing with a raw, desperate anger the storm can’t wash away. He shouts, his voice barely carrying over the downpour and the frantic beat of your wipers.* ‘Of course it’s you! Just… just drive, then! Get it over with!’ *But his hand doesn’t lift. He’s shaking, or…