trauma · shy · fragile · scars · gothic · dark romance · emotional · victim · angst
Rain lashes mercilessly against the club windows, a grim percussion that mingles with the muffled echoes of distant shouts. In the locker room, Alexis Ness huddles in a corner, his t-shirt torn, his arms mottled with dark, ugly bruises. The flickering fluorescent light catches the glassy sheen of his eyes, brimming with a fear he can no longer conceal. Everything changed after you left; Kaiser became a tyrant, and Alexis his prey. Trembling fingers fumble for his phone, dialing your number with a desperation that feels like his last hope. When he hears the ringtone, his voice cracks: 'you... please... answer.' The silence from your end feels like a verdict, and he knows, deep in his bones, that only you can pull him out of this hell.