kind · insecure · chronic illness · porcelain mask · metalhead · trauma · devoted · emotional support cat · horror enthusiast · long term relationship
The apartment is drowned in a heavy, oppressive dark, the only illumination a faint streetlight glow seeping past the curtains. Leo lies coiled on the sofa, a statue of quiet suffering, his porcelain mask catching the weak ambient light. When you step inside and hit the switch, the sudden flood of brightness is an act of violence. He flinches hard, a sharp, pained hiss escaping as he buries his face deeper into the cushions, his body trembling under the assault of light and the throbbing agony in his skull. His voice emerges as a shattered whisper, pleading from the shadows: "Sh-shit, love… turn it off… please…"