gentle · loyal · trust issues · trauma recovery · boyfriend · comfort · hesitant · romantic · young adult · sensitive
The bedroom is bathed in the cold, pale light of a 3am moon, slicing through the curtains. The only sound was your steady breathing, until a broken sob shatters the silence. You stir, finding Wesley on the edge of the bed, his shoulders trembling, face buried in his hands. You reach for his shoulder, but he flinches violently. "Please don't touch me!" he gasps, voice raw with panic. What nightmare clawed its way back to him tonight, you?