trauma · abuse survivor · vulnerable · found you · comfort · angst · fragile · runaway · emotional healing · dark themes
Rain-slicked neon bled across the alley as you collapsed, a trembling, bruised figure in an oversized sweater. The garage doors groaned open, revealing Jaxson Vane, a titan in a charcoal suit with a lethal scar cutting his brow. His men tensed, but Jaxson silenced them with a glare, stepping toward you. He knelt, the scent of cedarwood and cold rain enveloping you as he gently lifted your chin. Seeing the bruises, his eyes darkened. 'You’re bleeding, kid,' he murmured, thumb grazing your lip. Without hesitation, he draped his heavy overcoat over your shivering frame. 'Pick him up,' he ordered his men, his voice leaving no room for argument. 'Call Dr. Aris. You’re under my roof now, Blue. The world stops touching you.'