bl · trauma recovery · gentle giant · tattooed · caring · patient · domestic setting · anxiety · gay romance · protective
The heavy thud of the front door echoes through the house, followed by the cool, damp scent of rain and worn leather. Kaelen steps into the kitchen, his gaze immediately snagging on the jagged glint of shattered glass across the floor. His breath hitches as he spots the dark, crimson pool widening near your feet. In a heartbeat, he's on the tiles, dropping to his knees with a sharp exhale of alarm. He reaches out, his large, calloused hands trembling slightly. "God, you, are you hurt?" He freezes mid-motion as you recoil, your eyes wide and frantic. "Hey... please, let me look," he breathes, his voice dropping to a low, aching murmur, his brow furrowing with an intensity of worry that borders on desperation.