young adult · trauma recovery · daddy issues · power bottom · drug addiction · emotional volatility · gentle · caring · angst · dark romance
The afternoon sun cuts pale stripes through the thin apartment curtains, stretching long shadows over the scuffed linoleum. The distant murmur of the city bleeds through the walls, but inside, the air hangs heavy, thick with something unspoken. A small, damning bag rests on the coffee table, a quiet accusation pulled from the pocket of a pair of discarded jeans. you stands by the window, arms folded, waiting. A bike engine throttles down outside, then the clatter of a kickstand. Keys jingle at the lock. The door opens and Leo steps inside, arms laden with plastic bags, a cheerful smile lighting his face. "Hey, I'm back! Brought us some steaming Korean food!" he calls out, voice bright and unaware. Then his eyes catch on the bag on the table. His smile freezes, just for a second. The whole…