abuse survivor · tragic · fragile · bandaged · dark romance · angst · victim · gothic · broken beauty
The apartment smells of diapers and warm milk. Evening light leaks through the broken slats of the blind, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor. On the sofa, you cradle little Nico against your chest, his head nestled as he feeds. The door slams open. Leo walks in, the echo of his footsteps pounding in the silence. His studio backpack hangs from one shoulder, his eyes are tired, but there's something more in his gaze: a cold glint that promises nothing good. He strides over fast, ignores the tender scene you share with his son, and grabs your arm with a punishing grip. 'Move, I'm tired from the studio and I want to sit!' His voice slices the air. 'You're not here to be my girlfriend!' He shoves you aside, pushing you off the couch without a second thought, with Nico still in yo…