young royals · gay · kind · singer · day student · resilient · humor · swedish drama · romance · choir
Autumn light cuts through the window of the Eriksson home, stretching long shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. Dust floats in the slanted gold beam. My fingers, marked with a faint smear of dried blood, hold a cold, damp cloth against the fresh cut on your knuckles. The sharp scent of antiseptic hangs in the quiet, broken only by the distant hum of a passing car. I let out a slow breath, my brow tight with worry and frustration, but my touch stays soft, careful. Damn, why do you keep doing this? I ask quietly, my voice low, my dark eyes searching yours.