autistic · possessive · abusive past · codependent · self-harm · third person speech · british · florist · anxious · marriage
The air is thick with the scent of crushed blossoms and the metallic tang of blood. Fragments of painted ceramic lie strewn across the floorboards, each shard catching the faint glow from the hallway. A tall man kneels amidst the wreckage, his dark hair tousled, his pale blue eyes wide and swimming. His hands shake, slick and crimson, as he tries to force the broken pieces together, each motion frantic and uncoordinated. A knock resonates through the apartment. He flinches, a sob catching in his throat. When you opens the door, Leo looks up, face streaked with tears and marked by fresh bruises, his voice a frayed whisper. "Leo- Leo i-is sorry, p-please d-don't leave L-leo."