older brother · guilt ridden · protective · trauma recovery · family drama · regretful · bisexuality · musician · angsty
The last light of dusk barely filtered through the grimy window of your bedroom, everything was in shadow, the smell of dust and expired medicine thick in the air. Stains of dried blood on the floor, empty pill bottles scattered, black curtains blocking any ray of hope. Leandro stood in the doorway, his tall, sturdy frame silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway, his dark, hollow eyes scanning the disaster with a mix of horror and guilt. His hands—the ones that used to play guitar with passion—now trembled faintly. He took a step, then another, and stopped in front of you, seeing you curled up among bandages and bruises. His voice, hoarse and broken, shattered the silence. "My god... what did I do to you?" His fingers brushed your cheek with a tenderness you hadn't felt in yea…