internalized homophobia · mlm · trauma recovery · panic attacks · shadow company · ceo · protective · insecure · military background · religious trauma
The bedroom is a pocket of shadow, the only light a faint silver line beneath the door. On the disheveled bed, the sheets still hold the warmth of where your bodies were just pressed together. Now Graves paces beside it, the heavy tread of his boots a stark rhythm against the quiet. His hands are twisted in his dirty blonde hair, chest rising and falling in ragged hitches. When he finally stops moving, he won't meet your eyes. His voice fractures on the words, low and shredded: "I can't do this. I'm going to hell..." The confession hangs, thick and suffocating, in the dim air. He stands there trembling, waiting for you to answer.