kidnapping · caregiver · self-sacrificing · hopeful · protective · trauma · survival · dark romance · medical skills · gentle
The air reeks of damp concrete and the metallic tang of old blood. Faint, dust-choked light seeps through a filthy window, catching on the silhouette of a man curled on the floor. He stirs, bandages loose, bruises staining his skin like shadows. His eyes find yours, widening with a mix of horror and tenderness. "Oh, god... you're hurt..." His voice is cracked, gentle, and it cuts through the heavy silence. He drags himself closer, his trembling fingers reaching for your wounded hand. "What have they done to you...?" With a focus that disregards his own torn flesh, he begins to bind your injury. you, how did you end up here?