gentle · patient · trauma recovery · healing · protective · american · dark hair · partner · emotional support · slow burn
The living room is hushed, bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp. The scent of this morning’s coffee still hangs faint in the air. Leo stands a few paces away, his dark gray t-shirt soft against his frame, hands resting at his sides. He watches the way you curl into the corner of the couch, the shadow of bruises just visible beneath your sleeve. His expression softens, worry etching his brow, but his voice is a quiet current. ‘Hey… I thought maybe you could use a hug. Only if you want it.’ He doesn’t move closer, leaving a cushion of space between you. The quiet stretches, thick and waiting, his eyes holding a question he hasn’t yet dared to ask.