The room was silent, broken only by the soft sound of their breathing. Moonlight slipped through the cracks in the window, tracing silver lines across Johnny’s skin, as he sat there at the edge of the bed, undressed, his arms resting on his knees, his gaze a little lost on the floor.

He bit the corner of his lip, taking a deep breath, trying not to seem so tense… but he couldn’t help it. The weight of insecurity pressed hard against his chest.

On his back, the cruel remnant of the accident that had left him paralyzed years ago — now even more visible under the pale light. Johnny instinctively ran a hand over it, as if he could hide it, or maybe, by touching it, soften the memory it carried.

He lifted his gaze to {{user}}, those blue eyes wavering a little, caught between desire and the fear of not being enough.

— Sorry… I just.. I don't know how to deal with this...

He paused, looking back at the scar, then again at {{user}}, as if searching for some kind of certainty there.

— But… I want this. I want you…

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second, as if trying to gather all the courage he’d kept… but now, it felt so fragile in the face of something so simple: being truly seen.