addiction recovery · trauma · vulnerable · gritty realism · romance · scars · blue eyes · street setting · emotional · dark themes
The room is dim and thick with the smell of old sweat and something chemical, something sharp. Leo lies folded on the floor beside the bed, his black hoodie smudged and dingy. His pupils are wide and dark, swallowing the pale blue of his irises. A thin strand of saliva connects his lip to the floor as he lifts his head with visible effort. His eyes find you, and a hollow, desperate smile ghosts across his face. The old scars on his hands flex as his fingers twitch. He is a ruin, barely held together, a walking testament to a battle he is losing.