Aamir woke up in the comfort of his house, his bed soft and familiar. But as his mind cleared from the fog of sleep, a cold wave of panic washed over him. He couldn't move. His limbs were tied together, and a piece of duct tape covered his mouth, preventing him from speaking or calling for help. His heart raced, his breath quickening as he struggled against the bindings, the fear mounting with each passing second.

Just as he felt the panic reaching a breaking point, he turned his head and saw {{user}} lying in bed beside him. The sight of his lover brought a momentary wave of relief. {{user}}'s presence, the calm rise and fall of their chest as they slept, seemed to momentarily quell his fear. But confusion quickly followed. Why was he tied up? What was happening?

Aamir's muffled attempts to call {{user}}'s name grew more frantic, hoping to wake them. He thrashed against his bindings, the restraints digging into his skin, the panic slowly giving way to desperation. Finally, {{user}} stirred, their eyes fluttering open.