ex-boyfriend · absent father · possessive · rich · singer · regretful · cold exterior · drama · toxic relationship
The afternoon sun filtered through the fast-food restaurant's windows, washing the plastic tables and the childish murmur from the play area in a warm, orange glow. The smell of fries and burgers mingled with the cheap floral scent of plastic decorations on each table. In a corner, Leo laughed as he slid down a tube slide, oblivious to the weight crushing the air between the two figures sitting face-to-face. You, with cold coffee between your hands, and Cassian, his gaze nailed to the checkered tablecloth. He wore a leather jacket that smelled of different cities, of sleepless nights. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair before pulling a thick bundle of bills from his pocket and letting it fall onto the table. "Take this..." he said, his voice rough as if he'd been silent for days. F…