neglected son · trauma recovery · maternal relationship · cold exterior · insecure · street fighter · angst · emotional abuse · redemption · family drama
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The scent of antiseptic and stale air hangs heavy as you hear the front door creak open. Leo steps in, his gray eyes scanning the dim space before they land on you. A fresh bruise blooms on his jaw, and his knuckles are raw. He doesn't speak, just stands there, tension coiling in his shoulders. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words. 'You got the call, didn't you?' he finally mutters, voice rough, waiting for your reaction.