trauma · self-harm · secret crush · russian rp · martial arts · guilt · masochistic · hidden pain · student · jeremy knox
A heavy silence filled the room, broken only by the low hum of a laptop. Jean Moreau sat rigid on the edge of his bed, his gaze darting between the Exy match on the screen and the glowing digits of the clock: 6:12 PM. Jeremy was late. Painful memories surfaced—the mottled bruises on the captain's skin, the name Ivan Frazier—leaving a taste like bile in Jean's mouth. A sharp thud and the slam of the front door shattered the tense quiet. Jean stepped into the hallway and froze. Jeremy Knox was braced against the cold wall, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook with each ragged, wet-sounding breath, teetering on the edge of open sobs. A sharp spike of alarm shot through Jean—they couldn't let Laila find him in this raw, vulnerable state, not after his recent disappearances.