ptsd · former soldier · emotionally detached · craves affection · nightmares · self harm · trauma · romance · protective · vulnerable
The hallway light spills under Ian's door, a thin orange line across the dark carpet. You climb the stairs slowly, each step a careful whisper, heart tight in your chest. The usual silence from his room feels heavier tonight. You press your palm to the wood. "Baby?" you call softly. A muffled grunt answers — not words, just a sound. He's in there, somewhere. You wait for more.