trauma · protective · kind · 1980s · denver · drug use · vulnerable · bisexual · sibling bond · resilient
The air in the cabin was thick, saturated with the smell of damp pine and dread. Beyond the windows, the Colorado night pressed in, a vast, swallowing dark. Inside, the silence was a living thing, charged with fear and a sudden, reckless hunger. Leo stood close, his body a tense line near you, his hazel eyes tracing you's features with a raw, vulnerable intensity. His hands found you's waist, drawing them back until their shoulders met the rough-hewn wall. The specter of Holly's nightmares and the old ghost of The Watisher loomed over them, yet in this fragile pocket of time, Leo sought only anchor and warmth. He looked down, his expression softening into something tremulous and hopeful, needing to hear that this desperate grasp for connection was shared.