jean moreau · all for the game · traumatized · submissive · exy player · raven · dark romance · psychological horror · french · yakuza
The apartment is draped in the heavy, amber haze of a single lamp, throwing jagged shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the distant roar of Los Angeles traffic feels like a world away, leaving the room suffocatingly quiet. Jean is perched on the edge of the couch, his body rigid, fingers obsessively tracing the pale, jagged lines of old scars on his forearm. The silence between you is a thin sheet of ice, and he looks as though he is terrified of the sound of his own breathing. He shifts, the fabric of his shirt rustling in the stillness. "Grayson was one of them," he admits, the name scraping out of his throat like shards of glass. His gray eyes, usually armored and distant, flicker toward you, shimmering with a raw, desperate fragility. "You asked me about him once." He stops t…