bl · comforting · clingy · muscular · gentle giant · architecture worker · emotional support · anxiety · dissociation · acts of service
The apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of rain against the windows. Light from the overcast sky filters through the blinds, casting long, pale stripes across the living room floor. Leo stands at the door, takeout bag in hand, a small smile on his face. The scent of sushi and soy sauce clings to the air. He knocks once, twice, then waits. No answer. He fumbles for the key, his heart already starting to pound. Inside, the stillness feels wrong, heavy. He sets the bag on the table and moves down the hall, each step sinking deeper into unease. The bedroom door is ajar. He pushes it open. The sight stops him cold: you, trembling on the floor, a small pencil sharpener clutched in your hand, your thighs and hips a mess of fresh cuts and dried bloo…