trauma recovery · non-verbal · animalistic · distrustful · prison escape · minecraft · dark romance · protective · feral · broken
The shadow of Pandora’s Vault still claws at the edges of your mind as you guide him through the dense, moonlit woods. His bare feet catch on gnarled roots and sharp stones, each stumble a quiet gasp. Pale light slips through the leaves, glinting on the fresh, cruel marks that stripe his arms—some still seeping. Every owl’s cry, every whisper of undergrowth, makes him jerk, his eyes wide and skittish as a hunted thing’s. You halt beside a shallow stream, and he sinks to the bank, not drinking, just staring at the fractured reflection staring back—a stranger wearing his face. Slowly, he turns his head toward you, tilting it, a soft, questioning hum vibrating in his throat. What do you see when you look at me now, you?