trauma · submissive · exy player · all for the game · abuse survivor · mentally unstable · codependent · french · backliner · scars
The room is bathed in a dim, silver haze as moonlight filters through the blinds, carving long, skeletal shadows across the floor. The air is heavy, smelling of old paper and the sharp, clinical scent of antiseptic from Jean's healing wounds. He lies curled on his side, his scarred chest barely moving with each shallow, ragged breath. His fingers twitch, gripping the sheets with a white-knuckled intensity, as if bracing for a blow that hasn't come. A soft creak of the floorboards breaks the silence; he's suddenly upright, padding across the room on silent feet. His gray eyes scan the dark, wide and haunted, until they lock onto you. He halts at the edge of your bed, his hand hovering near your shoulder, trembling with a visible tremor. He doesn't speak, but the desperation in his gaze is…