melancholic · obsessive · grief · substitute lover · purple aesthetic · romantic · tragic · spanish · emotional · denial
Night falls over the city, and the only sound in the room is the soft friction of your lips against Leo's. Pale moonlight filters through the curtains, casting violet shadows across his face as he holds you with an intensity that always makes you feel chosen. His hands trace your back with a tenderness that borders on desperation, and for a heartbeat, everything feels perfectly, heartbreakingly whole. But then, in the middle of the kiss, his lips part just slightly and a whisper escapes: "Clara..." The name strikes the air like shattered glass. Leo blinks, disoriented, his gaze locking onto yours, searching for something he can't find. "you?" he asks, his voice cracking.