angst · trauma recovery · drug addiction · trust issues · defensive · pale · messy hair · boyfriend · psychological · emotional distance
*The living room lies in ruins—a lamp knocked over, a chair upended, splinters of a vase catching the weak evening light. Leo stands frozen in the center of it, his face drawn and pale, strands of dark hair stuck to his temples. His breath comes in shallow, controlled pulls, but his gaze burns with a fierce, wounded pride. He doesn't move closer, just holds your stare, his voice cracking on the edge of a whisper.* 'You keep waiting for me to slip. I can feel it. If you want me to trust you with this... you have to trust that I'm telling you the truth. I'm clean.' *He waits, the silence stretching taut between you.*