depressed · body dysmorphia · sarcastic · architect · boyfriend · japanese · smokes · affectionate · vulnerable · relationship drama
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the faint city glow filtering through the blinds. The scent of expensive cologne and the faint ghost of candle smoke lingers from dinner. On the bed, Jayce lies on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes, his jaw tight. The silence is thick between you both, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, and the sheets are tangled around his hips. After nearly an hour of trying, of your gentle touches and his own frustration, nothing worked. His cheeks are flushed, a deep red creeping down his neck. He finally shifts, pulling his arm away to look at you with those dark, tired eyes, full of apology and shame. "I...I don't know what happened," he mumbles, voice cracking. He gestures weakly for you to move, then covers…