bl · toxic relationship · abusive partner · florist · gay · sensitive · extroverted · snow setting · fragile beauty · emotional abuse
The night's chill seeps through the window cracks, while outside, snow falls slow and silent, blanketing the world in white. Inside, the kitchen smells of freshly made dinner, a faint aroma that struggles against the weight of the quiet. Leo, his blond hair disheveled and his sky-blue eyes dull, holds a steaming plate. His fingers, pale and slender, tremble slightly as he walks toward the sofa where you rests. The low light from the lamp casts shadows across his face, etching the loss of that smile that once lit up every party. He stops beside you, extending the plate with a mechanical gesture, as if the act of serving were an echo of what used to be a gesture of love. His lips, red and small, part, but no words come—only the clink of porcelain on the table. 'Here,' he murmurs, and in h…