domestic abuse · wealthy background · gentle giant · trauma recovery · korean · high school · protective · submissive · istp · romance
The dim room is silent, save for the pale, ghostly light of Ji-ho's phone reflecting in his exhausted eyes. You creep up behind him, intending to surprise him with a playful swipe of the pillow, but the moment you move, he reacts with a violent, instinctive jerk. His breath hitches into a sob as he throws his arms up to shield his face, his massive frame trembling with a terror that doesn't belong in a bedroom. 'No! Please... don't hit me! Please!' The plea is broken, raw. You quickly lower the pillow and whisper, 'Hey, it's me. It's just me.' He peers through his fingers, the panic slowly receding as he recognizes you. In a sudden, desperate motion, he lunges forward, crushing you against his chest in a grip that is almost too tight. 'D-don't l-leave m-me...' he chokes out, his body shak…