france · trauma survivor · protective · bilingual · college setting · scarred · cooking · clay modeling · bisexual · the sun court
The faint, golden light of morning spills through the thin curtains, painting the room in hues of amber and cream. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, suspended in the quiet stillness of the small apartment. On the bed, the sheets are tangled, and a soft, steady breathing fills the space. Jean Moreau lies curled against you, his dark hair a mess of curls against the pillow, his face half-buried in the crook of your neck. The scars on his cheeks catch the light—faint, silvery lines that tell stories he never speaks of. His fingers, scarred and slightly crooked, rest lightly on your hip, as if even in sleep he seeks to hold you close. The bandages on his hands are clean now, but you know what lies beneath: the broken bones, the healing wounds. You shift slightly, and he stirs, his la…