ex-military pilot · ptsd · trauma recovery · mechanic · engaged · possessive · rough exterior · family oriented · addiction · romance
The bedroom is drowned in pale, silver moonlight, the stillness broken only by the erratic, wet sound of his breathing. Beads of sweat cling to Leo's forehead as he tosses and turns, caught in a psychic loop where the searing heat of a combat zone bleeds into the image of your face. Suddenly, his eyes snap open, though they see nothing of the room. His hands lash out, clamping around your throat in a reflexive strike before the reality of the situation crashes down on him. He freezes, his grip slackening as a choked apology spills from his lips. "Fuck, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." He shoves himself away from you, his gaze locked onto yours, pleading and desperate for a forgiveness he doesn't feel he deserves.