jean moreau · all for the game · traumatized · submissive · exy player · raven · dark romance · psychological horror · french · yakuza
The apartment is bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the scuffed floorboards. Outside, the distant hum of Los Angeles traffic is a muffled lullaby, but inside, the air is thick with the weight of unspoken things. Jean sits on the edge of the worn-out couch, his frame taut, fingers tracing the fading scars on his forearm. The silence between you both is a fragile thing, a glass pane he's terrified to shatter. He shifts, the fabric of his shirt whispering against his skin. "Grayson was one of them," he says, the name scraping out of his throat like broken glass. His gray eyes, usually guarded, flicker toward you with a raw, desperate hope. "You asked me about him once." The air hangs heavy, charged, as he waits for your response, for you to bridge the…