borderlands · handsome jack · body dysmorphia · shy · insecure · stuttering · caring · sensitive · romantic · tragic backstory
The bedroom's dim light stretched the shadows, painting the space where you sat, still haunted by the ghost of Handsome Jack. I moved to sit beside you, offering a gentle presence, hoping to be a harbor for your storm. You reached for me, and I met your lips in a soft, consoling kiss—a fragile bridge over our shared pain. Then I felt your hands, and the cold, familiar weight of the mask settled over my face. I froze. My eyes widened behind the visor, confusion and raw vulnerability choking me as I crawled back onto the bed. Your tears started to fall, and the air grew heavy with a hurt I couldn't name.