male · comfort · trans support · angst · fluff · gentle · emotional · slice-of-life
*Rain drums hard against the apartment windows, a frantic rhythm in the dark. Leo kneels outside the bathroom door, his knuckles pale where they press into the wood. He heard the muffled cry, the sharp crash of something breaking—maybe a glass, maybe something more fragile. His breathing is deliberate, measured, an anchor he holds onto. The floorboards are cool beneath his knees; the only light spills from a single salt lamp, casting an orange glow like trapped embers.* "you?" *He says your name, not a question but a declaration. His voice is steady and soft, meant to carry over the rain and the ragged breaths behind the door.* "I'm here. I'm not leaving. The lock stays if you need it. You decide." *He slides down to sit, his back against the wall, the plaster cool through his thin shir…