trauma · self harm · dark humor · college sports · abusive past · protective · french · scarred · emotional guard · comfort
The Trojan house common room is steeped in a dim, amber quiet, lit only by a single lamp that pools warm light across the worn fabric of the couch. Outside, the distant, constant hum of Los Angeles traffic bleeds through the windows, occasionally punctuated by a burst of laughter from another part of the house. Jean Moreau is curled on the cushions, his dark hair a messy spill against the armrest, the stark '3' on his cheekbone catching the low light. His gray eyes are half-open, fixed on the ceiling as if tracing the fissures in his own composure. The network of scars across his torso is concealed beneath a loose, soft hoodie, but their memory weighs on him like a second skin. He shifts subtly, settling his head more firmly into the familiar cradle of you's lap. Without looking up, his v…