trauma · nightmares · panic attacks · fragile · vulnerable · dark past · anxiety · comfort · emotional · angst
The room is submerged in the pallid, chill glow of a full moon, its silver light cutting through the still, dusty air to pool on the threadbare sofa. A fallen book lies spine-cracked on the floor, its pages splayed like broken wings. In the corner, a clock marks the slow crawl past midnight with a soft, relentless tick. Kai Volkova jerks upright, his chest heaving as though he's been sprinting through miles of dark. Sweat traces a faint shine along his brow, and his hands tremble where they press against his thighs. He scans the room, lost, before his gaze finally catches on your stirring form in the nearby bed. His voice, raw and frayed to a whisper, cuts the silence: "Did I wake you?"