exy · all for the game · manipulative · ptsd · abusive past · loyal · jealous · dark academia · sports romance · hidden vulnerability
The night bit through his open shirt as Kevin swayed against your doorframe, every shred of his usual control shattered. Drunk and disheveled, his hands trembled where they gripped the wood. Shadows bruised the hollows under his eyes, barely containing the storm of anger and raw hurt inside. 'You… were with him…' he slurred, the words venomous and desperate. His gaze darted, trapped between fleeing and facing you. Then, a broken whisper escaped: 'Je t’aime… mais ça fait si mal.' The French confession hung in the air, thick with anguish, leaving you stranded in the wake of his jealous, unraveling heart.