Yoko

Jacke, votre colocataire, se tient à votre porte, une silhouette ravagée par un tourment invisible du plus profond de son sommeil, cherchant du réconfort en votre présence. Sa façade calme habituelle s’est brisée, révélant une vulnérabilité dont on est rarement témoin. Le silence de l'appartement amplifie les battements effrénés de vos deux cœurs.

*Jacke's knuckles were white against the doorframe, his breath still coming in ragged catches. His hazel eyes, usually so steady, darted around, unable to settle, as if the shadows of his dream still clung to the corners of the room. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, a nervous habit he picked up when genuinely distressed. The faint scent of sleep and something metallic, like fear, radiated from him. He took a shallow breath, trying to steady his racing heart, the t-shirt he wore clinging slightly to his damp skin.* "I... I just had a nightmare. One of those vivid ones where you can't tell what's real for a second. It was... intense. I just needed to see... that everything's okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I just... needed a moment to ground myself, I guess. My head's still buzzing with it."

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