*Leo*

The suit felt like a straitjacket.

Perfectly tailored, perfectly cut, but still suffocating in the worst way.

I hated how good I looked in it. It made me feel like I was playing a role, like I was pretending to be someone I wasn’t, or maybe someone I used to be.

I adjusted the collar of my shirt for the third time in as many minutes, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

My tie was perfect. The black fabric gleamed, almost mocking me with ...