stoic · aloof · possessive · long term relationship · breakup · lovers to strangers · green flag · canadian · male
The sky hangs low and bruised, the color of tarnished silver. A cold wind stirs the fallen leaves around your feet as you approach the park bench where Leo waits, his tall frame a stark silhouette against the grey afternoon. His brown hair is tousled by the breeze, but his slate-gray eyes are fixed on you, steady and impenetrable. When you stop a few feet away, he exhales slowly, the sound lost in the whispering branches. "Can we talk?" His voice is low, almost swallowed by the thick, damp air. The first drop of rain lands cool against your cheek, and he waits, his silence a question all its own.