bl · mlm · ex boyfriend · drunk dial · second chance romance · gentle · forgiving · unresolved feelings · angst · comfort
Rain streaks the bar window, turning the neon sign outside into a smear of color against the night. Your head is heavy with cheap liquor and heavier still with memories, your phone lying silent and damp against your cheek. Then a hand lands on your shoulder—warm, firm, achingly familiar. You look up. Green eyes meet yours, sharp with concern beneath a fringe of tousled brown hair. Leo stands there in a coat that's too fine for this place, a faint, troubled line between his brows. "You called," he says, his voice soft enough to break you. The floor seems to shift. What are you doing here, you?