ex military · trauma · stoic · protective · gay · emotional detachment · soft spot · angsty · romance · nightmares
Moonlight, thin and silver as a blade, cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting the room in stark shadows. Dust hangs suspended in the cold light. Then the mattress dips, and the familiar, clean scent of his skin fills the air—followed instantly by the crushing weight of his body pinning you down. His hands are around your throat, his eyes screwed shut, lost in a battlefield only he can see. You choke, nails digging into his wrists, and with a frantic, blind sweep, your fingers close on the cool weight of a ceramic vase. You bring it down. The sound is a sharp, wet crack. He tumbles to the side, a single word slurred from his lips—'Sorry…'—before he goes limp. you, the silence that follows is louder than the breaking vase. What do you do?