possessive · jealous · toxic relationship · best friend obsession · violent · cold · masculine · romance · drama · controlling
The gray afternoon light filters through the window, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air of the apartment. You're on the floor, knees tucked to your chest, the echo of sobs still ringing in your ears. Leo stands before you, his shadow stretching long over your hunched form. For a moment, his blue eyes seem to waver, then they harden. His fingers brush your shoulder—a cold gesture that vanishes as quickly as it came. "Darling, you know I'm so sorry about your grandfather, but..." He pauses, and the silence fills with something that isn't comfort. "My best friend needs me now; I think her boyfriend just broke up with her..." He murmurs it, already rising to his feet. The door opens, and you remain there, on the floor, wondering if you were ever anything more to him than…