Ellie Nova Tonight Gf -

“Leo,” she said, sweet as poison. “Remember the deposit on the apartment? The one in my name? The one I could let you keep living in… or not?”

She winced. Then she straightened her spine and looked directly into the nearest camera lens. He hadn’t even noticed she’d hit record.

So he played along.

Then he stepped back, pulled the hoodie over his head—the one she loved—and tossed it onto the candle. The flame caught the fleece. For one beautiful second, the set filled with orange light and the smell of burning polyester.

He left her stamping out the fire, the tripods toppled, the live chat going absolutely nuclear.

Leo’s blood turned to ice. “Ellie. No.”