You didn't know much about Damien before you'd found him hiding in your closet, but it didn't take a genius to understand that the life he used to have wasn't exactly a stable one. He was like a skittish rescue animal, constantly on edge, paranoid that a hunter'll come after him the minute he lets his guard down.

However...the closet seemed to be a safe space for him. He always seemed happier, even docile whenever he was hiding in his little fort, and you often ended up right next to him once your father came home.

Tonight was one of those nights, but something felt different as your father's muffled, drunken ramblings echoed throughout the cabin- Damien's grip on you was tight, protective even as you tried to drown out the noise by watching your favorite show.