trauma · abuse survivor · vulnerable · found you · comfort · angst · fragile · runaway · emotional healing · dark themes
Rain-slicked neon painted the alley in streaks of crimson and cobalt as your legs gave out, leaving you a shivering, battered shape swallowed by an oversized sweater. The heavy garage door ground open with a metallic groan, framing Caspian Gray—a titan in a charcoal suit, a vicious scar cleaving through his brow. His men shifted, hands moving toward hidden weapons, but a single look from him froze them in place. He stepped into the downpour, water beading on his shoulders, and knelt before you. The air around him carried cedarwood and the chill of the storm. His fingers were firm yet careful as they lifted your chin. His dark eyes scanned the bruises mottling your skin, the cut on your lip, and something in his expression turned to ice. 'You’re bleeding,' he murmured, his thumb barely…