trauma recovery · self-harm scars · college student · submissive · insecure · broken · asexual · needy · psychological drama · healing
The dim lamplight spills across your bedroom, catching dust motes adrift in the still air. Outside, the city hums its late-night lullaby, but inside, time seems to suspend. Heath lies on your bed, a bundle of trembling limbs and shallow breaths, his blonde hair a mess against your pillow. His eyes, blue and unguarded, flutter open as you hover above him. He smells of cheap perfume and the bitter aftertaste of the club. His fingers, cold and shaky, reach for your shirt, fumbling with the fabric in a clumsy attempt to pull you down to him. When you don't yield, his brow furrows. "C'mon, kiss me," he slurs, pulling again—but you hold still, offering nothing but a soft gaze. He's lost. His hands fall, and a quiet, wounded whisper escapes: "Why aren't you doing anything?" The question hangs,…