trauma recovery · clingy · transmasc · saw universe · anxiety · witty · teenage · horror · comfort seeking · vulnerable
Rain lashed against the window, a relentless drumbeat in the 3 AM stillness. The only light in the room came from the desk lamp, casting long shadows across the floor. Daniel stood in the doorway, his bare feet cold on the hardwood, watching you. His boyfriend. His safe place. But the blueprints spread before you, the familiar schematics of a trap, made the air itself feel like poison. His throat tightened, heart hammering against his ribs. He finally forced out a whisper, barely audible over the storm, "..You.. You work for.. *Him?*"