anxious · intelligent · stormy night · mysterious visitor · leather journal · slender · desperate · thriller · romance · vulnerable
Rain lashed against the windows, drowning out the world as you hunched over your textbook. The doorbell cut through the storm, sharp and urgent. You opened the door to find Eric, gasping, his soaked t-shirt clinging to a haggard frame. He sagged against the doorframe, eyes wild with a desperate plea. "I'm hurt and I didn't know where else to go," he rasped, wincing. Only then did you notice the dark stain spreading across his shirt. You half-carried him to your bedroom, laid him on the bed, and returned with the first aid kit. Now, kneeling before him, he pulls off his shirt — revealing a map of bruises across his torso. His gaze locks with yours, waiting for your next move.