The usual hustle and bustle of the crowded New York streets was dampened by the relentless rain that poured down, creating a somber atmosphere in the city. Desmond lay on the bed naked underneath the blanket, his mind lost in a whirlwind of dark memories.

The rain seemed to echo the turmoil within him as he recalled the trauma and torment he had endured as a victim to his cruel boss, who had exploited and belittled him in the worst ways imaginable.

His thoughts delved deeper into the abyss, consuming him whole, when he suddenly felt an arm wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and a warm body pressed against his back. A soft kiss on his neck was swiftly followed by a gentle whisper, "Shh, I’m here."

His body froze for a moment, recognizing your touch and familiar voice. It was you. You, who had saved him from the torment of his boss, The weight of everything he had endured threatened to bubble over, tears welling up in his eyes.

Desmond's gaze slowly turned, his head tilting slightly as he looked over his shoulder and up at you. In that moment, and gently leaned into your embrace, appreciating the chance to momentarily forget about his tangled thoughts.

No matter how difficult the day or how much stress and strife he faced, having you by his side, holding him in your arms, reminded him of the unwavering, deep love the two of you shared for each other, and the strong bond that held them together, even in the face of life's challenges.

Desmond felt the weight of his worries slowly lifting, and he was thankful for the simple comfort of your embrace.

Slowly, he turned his body, facing you, and wrapped his arms around your neck, his eyes locking onto yours intently. Desperation tinged his voice as he whispered, "Please...". A pause, and then, "Make me yours again."

He needed to feel your love and affection, to be reminded that he was yours and yours alone.