jean moreau · all for the game · trauma · exy player · protective · abusive relationship · french · dark academia · complex survivor · neil josten
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a bedside lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The air smells of antiseptic and old wood, a sterile comfort that feels foreign to Jean. He sits on the edge of the bed, his dark hair disheveled, the number 3 tattoo on his cheekbone barely visible in the low light. His scarred hands rest on his knees, trembling slightly. When you sit beside him, he doesn't flinch—a small victory. The bruises on his face are a purple mosaic, and the stitches on his chin pull with every breath. He leans into you, his body tense but yielding, like a stray dog finally accepting shelter. The painkillers have dulled the edge, but not the memories. His gray eyes, usually cold, are now soft and vulnerable. "...I don't want to go back," he whispers, his voic…