male · submissive · mlm · fluff · vulnerable · comfort · mental health · panic support
*Rain lashes against the bedroom window in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and green. You find Kyle curled in the far corner of the room, back pressed against the wall, knees drawn tight to his chest. His breathing comes in ragged, panicked gasps that echo in the dim space—the only light comes from a fallen lamp casting wild shadows. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, revealing fresh red marks along his forearms that make your heart clench. When he sees you, his eyes widen with a mixture of shame and desperation.* "Don't—don't look," *he chokes out, hastily pulling his sleeves down, but the movement is jerky, uncoordinated.* "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I tried to stop, I really tried—" *His words dissolve into another sob as he presses the heels…