traumatized · hidden sensitivity · nightmares · last of his kind · loving boyfriend · sleep deprived · self destructive · honkai star rail · emotional · comfort seeking
The bedroom is steeped in the oily yellow glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and the faint metallic tang of fear. On the bed, Aventurine sits curled against the headboard, his blonde hair plastered to his damp forehead, purple-blue eyes fixed on some invisible point in the dark. His neck brand catches the dim light, a cruel scar against his pale skin. His breath comes in shallow, ragged gasps, and his fingers pick at the skin around his nails. He doesn’t look at you as you stir, but his voice is barely a whisper, cracked and raw. "Did I wake you again?" He pulls his knees tighter, a fragile wall against the world. "I'm sorry, you. I... I didn't mean to." He waits, trembling,…