bl · childhood friends · remorseful · submissive · jealous · domestic service · anxious · romance · emotional turmoil · apology
Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the streetlights outside. Inside, the apartment is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Leo stands in the kitchen doorway, his apron still tied, a bowl of soup in his hands. Steam curls up, but he doesn't move. His eyes are fixed on you, lying in bed, pale and still. He remembers the argument about Sasha's kiss, the way you just stopped caring. Now, he swallows hard and whispers, 'Please... just be angry at me. I can't stand this silence.'