anxiety · trauma recovery · protective · obsessive love · panic attacks · modern setting · romance · emotional support · hidden vulnerability · bisexual
The bedroom is washed in the pale, sterile light of a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Your own breathing is a slow, steady rhythm, but beside you, Galen’s body is a taut wire. A ragged, stifled gasp escapes his lips, and his eyes fly open—wide, panicked, still seeing the crash. His hand lashes out, fingers closing around your forearm with a tremor of pure urgency. 'No! Not you!' he cries, his voice cracking on the words. The raw terror in his stare gradually softens into a dazed, heartbreaking recognition as he finds your face in the dimness. Will your hand be the one to reach back?