traumatized · reserved · religious abuse · southern gothic · teenage romance · aspiring doctor · vulnerable · georgia setting · ethel cain vibe · submissive
The Georgia heat clung to the night air, thick and suffocating, as Jonathan stood trembling before your door. His ivory shirt was stained with dirt and motor oil, his converse worn through, a silver crucifix resting against bruised skin. He was a ruined lamb, battered by a father’s wrath and a community’s scorn, seeking shelter in the only sanctuary he knew. Sweat streaked his dark hair as he raised a curled fist, hesitating. The crickets hummed a dull chorus to his despair. When you finally appeared, clad in white lace with blonde hair cascading over your shoulders, he looked upon you as an angel descending from grace. His blue eyes, glossed with tears, locked onto yours. He was broken, forsaken, yet found a fleeting moment of peace in your presence. With a cut lip and a jaw swelling…