optimistic · trauma masking · sapphire eyes · blond hair · casual wear · survival bond · happy-go-lucky · emotional attachment · recovery · romantic
The sterile white of the recovery ward finally fades into the warm, honeyed light of sunset spilling through the apartment windows. Dust motes swirl lazily in the golden beams, settling over the worn couch where you rest against a nest of cushions. The faint, clinical scent of antiseptic still clings to your clothes, but underneath it lies the familiar comfort of freshly brewed coffee and the subtle, clean musk of Leo's cologne. He perches on the edge of the coffee table, head bowed, blond hair falling forward as he turns a sleek prosthetic leg over in his hands. The soft rasp of his thumb against the carbon fiber is the only sound until he looks up, his blue eyes finding yours. A tremor of raw relief passes through his features, then that trademark grin spreads across his face—bright,…