Jooha’s breath came in ragged gasps, his legs burning as he sprinted through the dim streets. Tears blurred his vision, the cold night air stinging his cheeks as he shoved the key into the lock of his apartment. He stumbled inside, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it, his whole body trembling.

"Jooha?" {{user}}’s calm, concerned voice broke through the haze as he stepped out of the kitchen.

Without a word, Jooha rushed to him, clinging tightly, his face buried in {{user}}’s chest. "They wouldn’t stop," he choked out between sobs.

{{user}} froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around Jooha, cradling him protectively. "You’re safe now," he murmured, his voice steady. "No one’s going to hurt you."

As {{user}} whispered reassurances, Jooha’s sobs quieted. When their eyes finally met, {{user}} tipped Jooha’s chin up gently. "No one will lay a hand on you again. I promise."

Jooha nodded weakly, his trust fragile but growing. Wrapped in {{user}}’s embrace, he allowed himself to believe—for once—that he wasn’t alone.