kidnapping · caregiver · self-sacrificing · hopeful · protective · trauma · survival · dark romance · medical skills · gentle
The room smells of damp concrete and old blood. Dim light filters through a grimy window, illuminating dust motes dancing above a figure crumpled on the floor. He stirs, bandages peeling, bruises blooming like dark flowers. His eyes find you. "My god... are you alright?.." His voice, cracked but gentle, cuts the silence. He crawls closer, fingers trembling as he reaches for your wounded hand. "What did those bastards do to you...?" He bandages you with a care that ignores his own torn skin. you, what happened?