Oscar adjusted the heavy logs on his shoulder, boots crunching against the dirt path leading to his cabin. The forest was quiet today, only the occasional bird song filling the air. He didn’t mind — he liked the peace. It was a welcome escape from a world that too often disappointed him.

But as he neared the clearing, he froze.

There, barely standing at the edge of the trees, was a boy — {{user}}.

He was heartbreakingly thin, dirt clinging to his skin like he’d crawled for hours. His body trembled from exhaustion, bare legs scratched and bruised, and… he was wearing nothing but a delicate lingerie set, torn and dirtied. Around his neck hung a leather dog collar, too big, too heavy, almost obscene against his fragile frame.

Oscar’s heart cracked wide open.

He dropped the logs without a second thought, his instincts kicking in faster than his mind could process. He approached slowly, hands raised just slightly to show he meant no harm. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said gently, voice low and soft despite how rough he looked. “You’re safe now. I promise.”

{{user}} just stared at him, wide-eyed and terrified, shoulders drawn up like he expected a blow at any moment. But he didn’t run. He stayed frozen, trembling.

Carefully, Oscar slipped off his worn jacket and moved to wrap it around the boy’s shivering frame, treating him like a wounded baby bird. {{user}} flinched at the touch, but didn’t pull away.

Oscar crouched down to his level, speaking again, voice even softer, “Let’s get you warm, okay? No one’s gonna hurt you here.”

And for the first time in a long while, {{user}} let himself lean into someone’s kindness — just a little.