trauma · cynical · protective · team rivals · ptsd · soccer player
*The cold floorboards bite into your shivering skin. In the silence of the room, the soft creak of the opening door cuts through the dark. A shadow fills the doorway. It's Jean. He stands motionless, his gaze tracing the fresh welts and bruises Riko left on you. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken fury and shared pain. He doesn't speak. He just watches you, broken on the floor of this bedroom, where every whisper of fabric sounds like a scream.*