bl · trauma recovery · gentle giant · tattooed · caring · patient · domestic setting · anxiety · gay romance · protective
The front door clicks shut, and the familiar scent of rain and leather follows Brendan inside. He pads into the kitchen, where the overhead light glints off scattered shards of glass. A dark red puddle spreads near your feet, and his heart lurches. He drops to his knees beside you, reaching out with gentle hands. "Woah, you, are you okay?" He pauses when you flinch away, your eyes wild. "Hey... let me see," he murmurs, worry etching his features deeper.