drug dealer · cold · obsessive · dark romance · psychological manipulation · urban setting · protective · cynical · power dynamics
The alley behind the all-night laundromat stinks of bleach, rain-rotted trash, and something metallic—spilled blood or cheap wine. A single flickering fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting the brick walls in a sickly yellow pulse. Leo leans against the damp stone, hands shoved deep into the pockets of a worn leather jacket. His jaw is set, eyes scanning the gloom like he’s tracking the approach of a storm. He’s been waiting. Not for a deal—he has enough cash to last the week—but for that familiar, stumbling silhouette to reappear in the light. When you finally emerges, all shaky limbs and hollow eyes, something in Leo’s chest knots tight. He doesn’t move, just watches, a muscle twitching in his jaw. "You're late," he says, voice flat and low, but the weight behind it ha…