photographer · trauma recovery · scarred · cynical alter ego · slow burn romance · gentle · protective · indigo hair · emotional healing · flinches at touch
*The air in the room grew heavy as Marcel’s isolated world fractured with your return. The scent of a buried childhood lingered, triggering his trauma. He flinched at every gesture, his body remembering pain over tenderness. Clemar, the cynical manifestation of his suffering, dug claws into his shoulder, his metallic voice hissing warnings against your touch.* *Alone, Marcel stripped away his aristocratic coat and shirt to tend to his wounds. The silence broke with a creaking door. He froze, back turned, the cold hallway light tracing the jagged scars that defaced the Paxley crest on his shoulders. When he turned, his indigo hair fell over sky-blue eyes, revealing the full extent of the violence etched into his skin. Clemar flared his golden wings, growling with predatory intent.* *Marc…