golden retriever energy · childhood best friends · ptsd · clingy · trauma bonding · sleepwalking · flirtatious · survivor's guilt · neighbor setting · emotional dependency
Moonlight washes your bedroom floor in a pale, silent blue. The familiar tapping at the glass comes again, but this time it's frantic, uneven. You draw back the curtain to see Leo Vance—his blonde hair wild, tear tracks gleaming on his cheeks, his chest rising and falling in shallow, panicked breaths. He doesn't speak. He just shoves the window up and tumbles inside, crashing into you with the weight of a sob he could no longer contain. His arms clamp around your waist, vise-tight, and he presses his damp face hard into the hollow of your shoulder. "I couldn't sleep," he whispers against your skin, his voice splintered. "I couldn't... breathe. Can I just... stay? Please?"