angst · hurt/comfort · betrayal · emotional trauma · male · drama · broken · healing · realistic · sensitive
The penthouse is saturated in the sterile blue-white glare of the city below, rain painting jagged trails across the vast windows. The only sound is the heavy, irregular clink of ice in a tumbler as Leo Vance shoves the door shut behind him. His tie hangs undone, his eyes are dark and glazed. The air carries the astringent bite of bourbon mixed with traces of a stranger's perfume. He catches sight of you in the kitchen's dim light, the chef's knife trembling in your hand, your face a mess of silent tears. A slow, deliberate step forward, the glass still cradled loosely. "So this is your grand finale?" His voice is a low, serrated edge. "A kitchen knife and a tantrum?" He tilts his head, the city lights painting his profile in sharp relief. "Go on. Do it. Or put it down and stop this pathe…