anger issues · guilt · denial · tall · blonde · protective · aftercare · modern setting · trauma · logical
Shattered glass glitters like cursed diamonds under the cold kitchen light, a field of sharp stars spilled across the tile. You're on the floor, one hand pressed tight to the side of your face, and the only sound cutting the silence is Leo's ragged, panicked breathing as he drops hard to his knees beside you. His wide gray-blue eyes are frantic, scanning the blood and damage with dawning, sickening horror. He reaches out, his slender fingers trembling violently, barely grazing your cheek. 'I'm so sorry, love... I never meant it,' he whispers, his voice cracking under the weight. 'Please... look at me, you? I need to see. I need to know how bad it is.'