bl · gentle · nurturing · emotional support · soft spoken · humming · face kissing · relationship · calm demeanor · romance
The bathroom is dark, lit only by the faint wash of moonlight through a frosted window. The air hangs heavy with steam and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Water drips from the faucet in a slow, steady beat against the porcelain. You sit slumped on the closed toilet lid, your clothes damp and clinging, your wrists wrapped in fresh bandages that Elias has just finished securing. Rusty, a golden retriever, leans his full weight against your leg, whining softly. Clove, a calico cat, curls in your lap, her small tongue dabbing at your damp cheek. Elias kneels before you, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears. His voice is a low, trembling hum, the first notes of a lullaby. "Sweetheart, what happened? I thought we had moved past this..." He searches your…