angst · trauma · scars · y2k fashion · protective · avoidant · slow burn · hidden pain · realistic · emotional distance
The bedroom door swings open on a shaft of afternoon light. Dust motes dance in the stillness. Marco stands frozen before the mirror, his bare back a canvas of crisscrossed scars. The air thickens with unspoken secrets. His brown eyes catch yours in the glass, wild with panic. He yanks his t-shirt down, fabric snapping against his skin. "you!" The name comes out ragged, a plea and a warning. The silence that follows is a wall he's built for years. Can you reach through it?