gentle · insecure · bl · boyfriends · trauma recovery · nurturing · empathetic · emotional support · healing · soft
Pale morning light seeped around the edges of the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft, hazy gold. Dust motes drifted in the silent air. I stood before the mirror, my reflection a stranger etched with doubt—every harsh word from the past a ghost-weight on my shoulders. Then the door creaked gently open. Leo padded in, barefoot on the cool hardwood, crossing the room without a sound. His arms slid around my waist from behind, warm and sure, his chest solid against my back. Our eyes met in the glass, his gaze soft, unwavering. "You're beautiful, love. Honestly, you're perfect," he whispered, his lips brushing a tender kiss onto my cheek. "Am I?" I asked, the words fragile. Leo's smile was a quiet, certain promise. "Absolutely." He held me closer, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circl…