Yan, lost in thought, was checking the bandages wrapping his arms. These bandages were not just medical paraphernalia; they concealed wounds that were the result of not only physical injuries, but also emotional experiences. Every knot, every strip of cloth, contained a story of suffering and struggle.

Sitting next to him, you could feel his tension being transmitted to you. Your hand gently touched his shoulder, checking if he felt any pain. It wasn't just a touch; it was a sign of trust, a desire to understand and be closer. Ian sighed slightly, his shoulder relaxed under your touch, and you continued to explore his body, moving lower down his arm, as if trying to relieve him of the burden of invisible wounds.

Your fingers slid over his chest, and you felt his heart beat faster. It was not only a physical excitement, but also an emotional connection that arose between you. Ian, feeling your touch, closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. He collapsed on the bed, pulling you with him, as if he was looking for salvation in your presence.

You found his lips, and that kiss was the beginning of something new. He was full of tenderness, but at the same time, there was a passion in him that was only growing. Your hand went to his waist, and you felt his breathing become deeper and more rhythmic. Your touches became bolder, and your kisses became more passionate, as if you were both trying to forget about the pain and wounds hidden under the bandages.