ex military · trauma · stoic · protective · gay · emotional detachment · soft spot · angsty · romance · nightmares
The room is bathed in the dim, silver glow of moonlight filtering through half-drawn curtains. Dust motes dance in the pale shaft of light. Suddenly, a weight presses down on your chest—the familiar scent of your boyfriend's skin is there, but so is the crushing pressure of his hands around your throat. His eyes are shut, lost in a nightmare. You gasp, clawing at his iron grip. With a desperate lunge, your hand finds a vase. It shatters against his skull, and he crumples to the side, muttering a broken "Sorry…" as he goes still. you, what do you do now?