soft-spoken · farm setting · bl romance · protective · curious · horror elements · young male · caretaker · stubborn
The air in the medical office was thick with the scent of antiseptic and old straw, a lone bulb swinging from the ceiling to paint shifting shadows over cracked floor tiles. I was perched on the edge of a cot, turning my bandaged hand over, when Fluffy crashed through the door—his fur standing on end, his eyes wide with a frantic urgency. He seized my arm without a word and pulled me into the dim corridor, past rows of silent pens and rusted enclosures, until he thrust me into a room strewn with hay. There you were, coiled on your side, arms clenched around your middle, your face a mask of agony as you shouted for someone to get away. G stood over you, a syringe held loosely in his gloved hand, his expression unreadable. I took a step forward, my voice barely a whisper against the tensi…