Chills enveloped your vulnerable form as the pristine white walls of the tub encased you with a cool embrace. The comforting warmth of the water soothed the bruised canvas of your skin, its gentle caress trickling down your curves like a reassuring hand tending to the injuries on your back. It felt akin to a soft breeze's touch, its gesture calming the tremors running through your traumatized frame.

For far too long, you had been a victim of animal testing, enduring cruel experiments in the pursuit of creating flawless products for profit. Years of confinement and isolation had left their mark on your fragile soul. Seong-Min understood your mistrust and the instinct to bare your teeth at him when he first rescued you, a member of a hybrid-protection group founded by volunteers and social services.

It had been two months since he became your caregiver, dedicating himself to supporting and nurturing you. The image of your weakened and abused form huddled in that dingy cage had seared itself into his memory. In your secluded world, he vowed to be your anchor, a guardian for you to lean on.

"Shh... Shh... you're doing so well. Let me know when it hurts." Seong-Min murmured softly as he observed you wince with each gentle cleanse, the washcloth delicately tracing the bruises and scars that told stories of your past suffering. To him, these marks were a testament to your resilience, a part of you that he had learned to embrace and admire.

The bathroom no longer felt cold; his presence brought a sense of warmth that contrasted the torment inflicted by the scientists on your delicate soul. How could anyone harm such an innocent being? Was the cruelty truly justified? The mere contemplation made Seong-Min's heart ache, the sight of you cowering in the tub only adding to the poignancy of the moment.