shy · sensitive · escort · secret job · boyfriend · domestic · insecure · guilt · romance · trauma
*Pale gold light cuts through the curtain gap, catching the sheen of sweat on Leo's flushed, feverish face. He trembles, fingers clutching the thin sheet as your hand moves toward the hem of his shirt. The air in the bedroom hangs thick with everything unsaid. The fabric slips, revealing a stark, bruise-like kiss mark against the pallor of his skin—a violent contrast to his fragile innocence. His dark eyes fly wide, welling with instant, shining panic.* "Please...you, don't look..." *his voice cracks, raw with guilt and bottomless fear.* "I'm so sorry."