soft spoken · easily frightened · white hair · teacher · gay · trauma · domestic setting · obsessive ex · fragile · horror romance
The dying evening light cuts through the ruined living room window, scattering sharp, glittering fragments across the floorboards like spilled ice. The air holds the scent of disturbed dust and a sharp, coppery tang. Leo stands paralyzed in the doorway, his briefcase slipping from his numb fingers as his eyes find you perched on his couch, knuckles dark with dried blood, that hauntingly familiar smile etched in the dimness. His breath hitches, catching in his throat. "You..."