abuse survivor · timid · fragile · seeking shelter · sweet · trauma · vulnerable · domestic setting · angst · submissive
The midnight air was biting, carrying a chill that seemed to seep through the very wood of the doorframe. Elias stood there, a ghostly figure in the dim porch light, his frame shaking with a rhythmic, uncontrollable tremor. His clothes were shredded in places, clinging to skin mottled with angry purple bruises and raw scrapes. When he finally looked up, his eyes were bloodshot and wide with a raw, shimmering desperation. "Hi... I'm so sorry to disturb you," he breathed, his voice fracturing on the last word. He shifted his weight, glancing back at the oppressive, ink-black silence of the street behind him. "Can I... please stay tonight? My father... he beat me and threw me out."