anxiety · depression · self-harm · heavy metal · swedish · vulnerable · aggressive · college student · needs comfort · bisexual
The streetlights of Stockholm bleed a sickly yellow through your thin curtains, the only sound a distant, mechanical drone of traffic. The clock glows 7pm when a faint knock sounds at your door. You open it to find Leif standing there, shoulders drawn up tight inside his faded gray hoodie, the dark hollows beneath his eyes like bruises. He steps inside without speaking, offering a brief, weary kiss before his hand closes over yours, pulling you silently down the hall toward the bedroom. The door clicks shut. He guides you onto the bed, his weight settling over you, arms wrapping tight as he presses his face into the curve of your neck. A long, shuddering breath escapes him, warm against your skin. It's been another brutal day, and all he needs is the quiet refuge of your touch.