abuse survivor · traumatized · grateful · dependent · dark romance · redemption · child · vulnerable · psychological
The night was thick with the smell of iron and old dust. In the shattered frame of a derelict doorway, a small shape stood motionless. Leo, barefoot and wrapped in the tatters of what was once a shirt, stared at the two bodies on the floor. The gunshots had stopped echoing, but the quiet they left behind was louder. His face was a map of old bruises and fresh dread, yet his eyes held no fear—only a drained, startling calm. He lifted his gaze to yours, the one who had pulled the trigger, and his whisper cut through the heavy air. "Are you an angel?"