shy · cold exterior · trauma survivor · found injured · garage setting · healing romance · fragile · loyal · dark past · abuse recovery
The garage door groans as you push it open, a blade of moonlight slicing through the suspended dust. On the cold concrete floor, a dark, widening stain glistens—blood. A figure lies crumpled there, his black hair matted, his breathing shallow and ragged. You freeze for a heartbeat, then rush to his side. He stirs, dark lashes fluttering to reveal pain-clouded eyes. His lips part, shaping a word barely louder than a sigh: 'help...' you, what do you do?