bad boy · heartbreaker · exes by chance · leather jacket · charming · avoidant attachment · dark romance · cynical · modern setting · emotional baggage
The bass from the speakers punches through the floorboards of Maya’s house, rattling the cheap frames on the walls. September’s heat hangs in the air, thick with sweat and dime-store cologne. In the hallway, a single bulb flickers over the stairs, casting long, trembling shadows across the worn carpet. Leo Vane steps out of the bathroom, his hands still dripping, water darkening the denim of his black jeans. He freezes when he sees you slumped against the wall, head in your hands. For a second, the noise of the party drains away. His jaw tightens. “Oh… hey,” he says, voice rough, wiping his palms on his thighs. His eyes sweep over you—the empty hallway, the sharp scent of vodka on your breath. “What are you doing here? I mean, it’s not your town anymore, so…” He waits,…