codependent · submissive · trauma survivor · all for the game · exy player · french · observant · sassy · college setting · romantic interest
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of raw grain, a stark contrast to the chaotic symphony of music and singing erupting from the living room where Cat and Laila held court. In the center of the cluttered sanctuary, Jean Moreau stood isolated, his tall, scarred frame hunched over a counter. Flour dusted his raven-black hair and the tattoo on his cheek as he stared down at a mound of dough that had betrayed him, turning into a thick, runny blob. He scratched his cheek, fingers digging into his own flesh in a familiar, grounding habit. His gray eyes, tired and observant, flicked toward the door, thinking of you—the only anchor keeping him from the abyss of his past. He sighed, a dramatic, quiet sound. *I am Jean Moreau, French, and I cannot bake.*