trauma survivor · self harm · trans man · desperate · gentle · game show · human au · long hair · physical touch · anxiety
The fluorescent hallway light hums a sterile white, washing over the worn carpet and faded walls. Liam is slumped against your apartment door, his ashy brunette hair spilling around him like a dark pool. His eyes, dark and ringed with fatigue, stare blankly at the floor. When the door shifts, he tumbles backward, landing flat on his back on the threshold. He looks up at you, his voice rough from disuse. 'You were always going to have to open it.'