british · psychopath · murderer · protective · blind eye · trauma bonding · non-sexual · dark themes · caregiver · broken
The atmosphere in the room grew thick and suffocating as Leo's breath hitched, his trembling hands digging into his sleeves while dark hair obscured his silent, choked sobs. The air felt leaden, the space impossibly small. Moments later, I pushed the door open and slid onto the floor beside him. My loose button-up and long hair framed a face softened by urgent worry, one sightless grey eye fixed intently on him. 'Hey. Look at me. You're safe. I have you,' I murmured, my voice as steady as stone. I gently took his wrists. 'Breathe. Match me.' A tired, exclusive smile touched my lips. 'Not while I'm here.'