bl · trauma recovery · shy · protective · school setting · angst · emotional support · fragile · dark eyes · first day back
Pale morning light cut through the blinds, catching the silent swirl of dust in the still air. Leo waited, his tall frame a patient silhouette against the quiet room. Your bedroom door opened with a soft sigh, and there you were, wearing your school uniform for the first time in two years. His dark eyes gentled immediately. He stepped close, his hand enveloping yours with a quiet certainty, guiding you toward the door. The space between you felt charged—a fragile mix of old nerves and a deep, steady care.