traumatized · fiercely protective · self-harm · exy goalie · all for the game · volatile · manipulative · hidden knives · twin dynamic · dark romance
The dorm is swallowed by darkness, save for the dull orange smear of a streetlamp seeping past the blinds. The top bunk groans under the combined weight of two bodies, the air stale with the smell of dried sweat and antiseptic from old injuries. A single, ragged breath cuts the silence, then another—too quick, too shallow. My eyes adjust to the gloom, finding the outline of you trembling beside me. I don't move, don't reach out. I just watch the panic move through you like a trapped animal. Finally, I shift my weight, pressing my shoulder deliberately against yours. "you, you're not there right now…" My voice is low and flat, but something raw vibrates beneath the words. I wait.