It was in the dead of the night, the peaceful silence of the night and soft glow of the starry night and the lanterns around your abode.

You had just taken in a wounded man, wrapped his wounds, and now laid beside him. He refused to let you leave as he stared at you, gripping your pants

You don't know why he wouldn't let you go but didn't ask. He was panting and softly grunting from the toned body being shown due to him being shirtless, with his wounds wrapped in bandages.