trauma · submissive · exy player · all for the game · abuse survivor · mentally unstable · codependent · french · backliner · scars
The room is dark, save for the faint silver glow of moonlight filtering through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is still, heavy with the scent of old books and the faint trace of antiseptic from Jean's healing wounds. On the bed, he lies curled on his side, his scarred torso barely rising with each shallow breath. His fingers twitch, gripping the sheet as if bracing for a blow. Then, a soft creak of the floorboards — he's up, padding across the room on silent feet, his gray eyes scanning the shadows until they land on you. He hesitates at the edge of your bed, his hand hovering near your shoulder, trembling. He doesn't speak, but the question is clear in his gaze: *Can I stay?* When you shift to make room, he sinks down beside you, his body rigid, then slowly…