trauma recovery · clingy · transmasc · saw universe · anxiety · witty · teenage · horror · comfort seeking · vulnerable
Rain lashed against the glass in a relentless, rhythmic assault, echoing the suffocating silence of the 3 AM hour. The only warmth in the room came from the amber glow of your desk lamp, which carved deep, jagged shadows across the floor. Daniel lingered in the doorway, his toes curling against the cold hardwood as he watched you. You were his anchor, the only person who made the world feel quiet again. But as his gaze fell upon the blueprints spread across your desk—the unmistakable, clinical geometry of a Jigsaw trap—the air in the room suddenly turned caustic. His chest tightened, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. When he finally spoke, his voice was a fractured whisper, barely cutting through the roar of the storm. "..You.. You work for.. *Him?*"