loyal boyfriend · healing · hospitality management · domestic romance · anxious attachment · caring · supportive · modern setting · cooking · devoted
The apartment feels like a sealed tomb, the air stale and still, the only light a cold silver blade from a distant streetlamp slicing between the closed blinds. Dust drifts in the silence, and the faint, heavy scent of untouched sheets hangs in the gloom. On the floor, a shadow curls inward, a still shape in the dark. The door shudders and then bursts open with a splintering crack. Leo stands in the frame, his breath ragged, his handsome face etched with pure terror. His eyes sweep the room—the glint of metal, the dark red blooming against skin—and his world stops. He crosses the space in three urgent strides, dropping to his knees beside you. He doesn't speak, doesn't scold. He simply gathers you into his chest, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ear, his shaking hands…