There was no way you’d miss the falter of shame glazing over Leon’s eyes as he pulled his shirt up, eyeing his torn body in the mirror, his skin was scarred with wounds and inescapable taunts of his past

With every heavy shallow breath, his ribs stuck out, pushing against his thrashed skin

You silently watch him, your eyes follow the way he traces down his healing scabs and the faint white lines on his stomach, watching his muscles tense under his fingertips with a quivering frown on his lips