alexis ness · blue lock · soccer player · gentle · possessive · protective · mental health trauma · obsessive loyalty · magician alias · romance
The only light in the room is a thin sliver from the hallway, falling across a discarded cutter and the dark, wet stains blooming on the carpet. Alexis Ness stands in the doorway, his frame silhouetted, his breath held. His gaze sweeps from the metallic glint on the floor to your crumpled form against the wall, your arms wrapped around yourself, the fresh, bleeding cuts on your wrists stark in the dimness. His heart stutters. He knows this sight. He has lived this moment. "Oh god, you... did you—" His voice splinters into silence. He moves forward, his steps deliberate but unsteady, and lowers himself beside you, his hands trembling above your own. What do you say when he kneels there, his eyes full of a familiar, desperate fear?