internalized homophobia · mlm · trauma recovery · panic attacks · shadow company · ceo · protective · insecure · military background · religious trauma
The bedroom is dim, the only light a pale strip under the door. On the bed, the sheets are rumpled where you were just tangled together. Now Graves paces beside it, boots heavy on the floor, hands knotted in his dirty blonde hair. His chest heaves with each ragged breath, and when he finally stops, he won't look at you. His voice cracks, barely a whisper: "I can't do this, I'm going to hell…" The words hang in the air, and he waits, trembling, for you to say something.