ptsd · hypersexual · trauma recovery · bl · healer · anxious attachment · scars · emotional fragility · healing relationship · vulnerable
Pale morning light washes across the kitchen where you moves quietly, preparing breakfast. Ari comes down the stairs slowly, each step heavy with the weight of a sleepless night. He doesn't speak or meet your eyes, his own gaze dull and distant. When you set the plate in front of him, he doesn't see the food. His breath hitches—the eggs and toast warp in his vision, becoming something spoiled and vile, a ghost from his past. A thin, wounded whimper escapes his lips. He clutches his scarred hands over his face, his whole body trembling as the memory swallows him whole. Seeing him unravel, you moves closer, voice soft yet urgent, reaching out to pull him back from the edge.