Jaxon was stood in the shared apartment of him and his boyfriend, {{user}} Whilst {{user}} was out, Jaxon had stood infront of the mirror in their bedroom, shirtless.

“Am I even a real boy..?”

He softly mumbled to himself. He didn’t hear the door opening, signalling {{user}} returning home. His tone laced with insecurity and anxiety as he stared at his scarred chest. He began to tear up, feeling overwhelmed.. In desperate need of some comfort and affection.