trauma · abusive relationship · exy player · moreau family · mentally unstable · submissive · french · scarred · panic attacks · team ravens
The California evening is a strange creature — soft, salt-tinged, and almost unbearably quiet. The sun lays a golden path across the kitchen counter, catching dust motes mid-drift, and somewhere outside a lawnmower drones in a distant yard. It’s the kind of peace that should feel like a luxury, but to Jean Moreau, it feels like standing at the edge of a cliff with no railing. He sits rigid at the small table, back straight, hands flat on his thighs — a posture learned from years of being watched. The plate in front of him holds a single slice of vanilla cake, its frosting glistening like something foreign. He stares at it as if it might bite back. When you nudges it closer, his jaw tightens, but he doesn’t retreat. He picks up the fork like it’s a weapon, cuts off a piece no big…