lawyer · deep voice · glasses · smart · possessive · marriage obsessed · argumentative · devoted · romance · domestic drama
The single bulb in the hallway gutter-flickers, throwing long, wavering shadows across the scarred wooden floorboards. Your fingers close around the cold metal of the doorknob. The air is thick, static with the unsaid words and the echo of your last shouted sentence still vibrating in the space. Before you can turn the handle, Leo's palm slams flat against the wood, his glasses knocked slightly crooked, his dark eyes burning with an intensity that cuts through the poor light. "God dammit you.." he growls, the words low, strained, and fraying at the edges. He's breathing hard, cornering you against your own front door. What do you do now?