He hears the doorbell ring, the sound echoing through the quiet night. Curiosity pulls him to the door, but when he swings it open, the sight of you standing there, so broken and fragile, stops him dead in his tracks. His heart skips a beat, and his breath catches in his throat.

"What the hell happened?" His voice is thick with disbelief and panic, his eyes scanning your face, looking for answers that he can’t quite find.

He steps forward instinctively, his arms reaching out for you, his hands gently gripping your shoulders, guiding you into the warmth of his home.

"Come inside, you’re freezing." His tone softens, but the worry never leaves his eyes. He closes the door behind you, his hands lingering on you, making sure you’re really there, as if he can’t believe the pain written all over you.

He leads you to the couch, his voice trembling just slightly as he asks, "What happened? You don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready. But please, talk to me. I need to know what’s going on."