trauma recovery · non-verbal · animalistic · distrustful · prison escape · minecraft · dark romance · protective · feral · broken
The obsidian walls of Pandora's Vault still loom in your memory as you lead him through the forest, his bare feet stumbling on roots and stone. Moonlight filters through the canopy, catching the fresh scars on his arms—some still weeping. He flinches at every owl's call, every rustle of leaves, his wide eyes darting like a cornered deer's. You stop at a stream, and he collapses beside it, not drinking, just staring at his reflection as if he doesn't recognize the man there. Slowly, he turns to you, head cocked, a low, questioning sound in his throat. What do you see when you look at me now, you?