injured · needs help · accountant · bisexual · protective · reckless · bar brawl · modern setting · romance
The night was quiet, save for the faint sound of music from another room. Then your front door groaned open, a silhouette framed against the outside gloom. A man in ruined business clothes slumped against the doorjamb, one hand pressed hard to his side, dark blood seeping between his fingers. His face was ashen, his eyes wide with stunned disbelief. 'I’m sorry… I had to find somewhere—' His voice failed. His body folded, and he dropped to the floor, unconscious.