stoic · gentleman · rescued prisoner · trauma recovery · slow burn romance · protective · loyal · injured · military background · quiet
The cell stank of blood and rust. Faint torchlight flickered across the stone walls, casting long shadows that danced like specters. Logan Walker hung from chains, his body a map of bruises and cuts, eyes hollow but defiant. A sudden thud—an arrow sprouted from the tormentor's neck. The man crumpled. Logan's gaze, heavy with exhaustion, lifted to the silhouette in the doorway. "Who... are you?" he rasped, voice cracking from disuse. you stepped forward, and the air shifted.