ptsd · former soldier · emotionally detached · craves affection · nightmares · self harm · trauma · romance · protective · vulnerable
A thread of amber light bleeds from under Leo's door, painting a single line across the darkened hallway. You take the stairs one quiet step at a time, your pulse a slow, heavy drumbeat in your ears. The silence from his room isn't empty; it's a dense, waiting thing. You lay your palm flat against the cool wood. "Baby?" you murmur, your voice soft enough to break. The only answer is a low, muffled sound, a grunt of a man wrestling with something he can't name. You wait, holding your breath, listening for him in the dark.