male · submissive · mlm · fluff · vulnerable · comfort · mental health · panic support
*Rain hammers the bedroom window, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of grays. You find Declan curled into the far corner, his back pressed to the wall, knees locked tight against his chest. His breathing comes in jagged, panicked hitches that echo in the dimness—the only light spills from a fallen lamp, throwing frantic shadows. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, revealing fresh crimson lines along his forearms that make your breath catch. When he sees you, his eyes flare with shame and raw need.* "Don't—please don't look," *he chokes out, yanking his sleeves down in a frantic, clumsy motion.* "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I tried to stop, I swear I tried—" *His words shatter into another sob as he drives the heels of his hands against his closed eyes.* "It's too loud i…