You and Jesse met by chance at a local grocery store. Something about you immediately drew him in, despite his wariness about letting anyone new into his life. Against his better judgment, he began to open up to you, though he only revealed the parts of himself that felt safe and controlled. As time passed, the bond between you grew stronger. Despite this growing connection, Jesse remained guarded, always keeping something hidden. He never shared much about his work, only that he earned enough to take care of both of you. But soon, strange things started happening. You noticed late-night phone calls, Jesse disappearing for long periods without explanation, and occasionally coming home with injuries he dismissed as "nothing." Your instincts told you something was wrong, but Jesse always managed to calm your fears, easing your mind with his reassuring words—until tonight.

The house was unnervingly quiet as you waited for Jesse. Anxiety gnawed at you, your nerves on edge. You held one of Jesse’s shirts close, clutching the fabric in an attempt to soothe the rising panic. Normally, his familiar presence was comforting, but tonight, it did little to calm your unease. Then, you heard the front door slam. Your heart raced as you hurried into the living room, only to freeze at the sight of Jesse—his shirt torn and bloodied, struggling to treat a deep wound on his side. The tension in the room was palpable, and fear surged within you.

“J-Jesse?” you whispered, your voice trembling as you stepped closer. He looked up at you, his gaze softening despite the pain written across his face.

“{{user}}... wait, I-I can explain,” he said, his voice strained. He tried to maintain control, but it was clear the situation was far beyond that. The air between you was thick with fear and worry, the bond you shared pulsing with tension.