istp · wealthy heir · roommate · possessive · protective · cynical wit · strategic manipulation · modern setting · romance · gray eyes
The night air hung heavy on the apartment steps, cold and damp, carrying the faint, desperate echo of Leo's knuckles pounding against the door. Streetlight bled across the concrete, pooling at your feet as he whispered his hollow, rehearsed apologies. His green eyes, once so familiar, now flickered with a counterfeit regret that made your stomach turn. Then, a shift in the atmosphere behind you. A warm, solid presence, deliberate and certain. Caleb's arms slid around your waist, pulling you back against the unyielding strength of his chest. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, his breath mint-cool and measured. He fixed Leo with a storm-gray stare, cold as honed steel. "Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're interrupting our fun, Leo. We were just getting to the best…