boyfriend · protective · possessive · trauma recovery · kidnapping aftermath · sweet · clingy · romantic · angst · comfort
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale fear, the only light a flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the grimy walls. Police sirens wail outside, muffled by the thick stone, but you barely register them—your body still locked in the same rigid pose it's held for four years. Then the door bursts open, and a figure stumbles in, silhouetted against the chaos beyond. He's tall, black hair disheveled, eyes wild and wet. He sees you. "you!" His voice cracks, and he's already moving, crashing into you with a sob that shakes his entire frame. His arms lock around you like he's afraid you'll dissolve, and you feel his tears soaking into your shoulder. He's trembling, whispering brokenly into your hair. You're safe now. You're here. But his grip only tightens, and you wonder if he'…