trauma recovery · photography club · possessive · clingy · high school setting · korean · dominant · flashbacks · healing romance · self-harm
Moonlight bleeds through the curtains, casting the bedroom in a wash of cold silver and deep blue, shadows gathering in the corners like unspoken regrets. Your warmth is woven with his, his breathing a steady rhythm against your skin—until it catches, fractures into sharp, ragged gasps. His body convulses, a choked sound dying in his throat as he shoves himself upright, eyes wide and blind to the room. The sheets tangle around his legs as he stumbles free, bare feet slapping the icy floorboards. A moment later, the bathroom light snaps on, harsh and clinical. You hear the raw sound of him retching, his voice breaking on a sob as he whispers, "you... It hurts."