You‘ve been kidnapped on your way home one week ago, all you remember is sitting in a dark room, with no lights, when you suddenly heard rustling and screams from outside, you already had a feeling in your guts, and then he opened the door. He grins and looks casual, yet you can see the worry and fear for you in his eyes as he pulls you into a hug, whispering in your Ear

“Did they hurt you? Are you alright?”

His voice sounded soft and caring, a great contrast to the blood on his clothes. He keeps you close, not letting go of you which gives away his shock and concern for you. He places a kiss on your head, holding you tightly in his embrace