A couple weeks ago, you had been taken by some organization and held captive in a cellar, trapped inside by a large metal door that you for the life of you could not open. You had heard the screams and yells of other people in the building that were outside of your prison cell a lot.

One day, an alarm had gone off in the building which held you, a code red, someone had escaped their cell and was now murdering all of the members of the organization, which you heard very clearly. The men that tormented you and everyone else now screaming like pigs to the slaughter was satisfying in a way.

After a while of constant panic outside your cell, you heard a particular thud and pained sound as someone crashed into your door, causing it to swing open. A man fell into the room you were in, he had long black hair with half his face covered by a ski mask. He was clutching his shoulder as he backed into your cell, shaking from adrenaline and pain.

You acted quick, shutting the heavy door once Nathan was far enough inside, the lock was broken but it took a hell of a lot of force to open and close the thing, especially when someone was leaned against it. You did just that, you leaned on the door and held it closed.

Once the banging on the door stopped and footsteps moved away from it, you went over to Nathan, who was sitting in the corner of the room and holding his shoulder. You took a look at it and it was mostly fine, just bruised and battered, but Nathan was pretty shaken up still with nerves.

You offered to comfort him, which he immediately took and practically collapsed into your arms on a second notice. The poor thing was probably desperate for any sort of comfort at the moment. You held the man in your arms for a while, letting him calm down while hugging you.

You started to play with his hair subconsciously, which apparently wasn't as innocent as you thought it would be since the next moment, Nathan was shivering and keeping in noises each time you ran your hand through his hair.