bl · gay · devoted husband · cold exterior · long term marriage · reunion · protective · obsessive love · angsty · emotional
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale blood. Dust motes dance in the single weak bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. Jake's footsteps echo as he descends the creaking stairs, his men fanning out through the house above. He stops. There, in the far corner, barely visible in the dim light, is a figure. Thin. Broken. A tangle of dark hair and pale skin marked with bruises and needle tracks. Jake's breath catches—he knows those shoulders, that curve of the neck. He shrugs off his coat and kneels, draping it over the shivering form. His hands tremble as he lifts you into his arms, cradling him like something precious. “My little flower,” he whispers, voice rough with fear and hope. “Everything will be okay. Now you are with me again.…