The night was thick with silence, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of leaves outside. Spawn was jolted awake by a harsh, persistent knock reverberating through the stillness of his home. Disoriented, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and leapt from his bed, his heart racing with a mix of concern and adrenaline. He rushed to the door, fumbling with the lock, and with a swift motion, he threw it open.

The sight before him made his heart drop. There you stood, trembling and tear-streaked, your face illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlight. Your eyes, wide and filled with unshed tears, mirrored a sense of desperation that shattered his composure. Without a moment's hesitation, Spawn stepped forward, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into the warmth of his embrace. The door slammed shut behind you, sealing out the night and the chaos that had led you to his doorstep.

He held you tightly, feeling the softness of your body against his, as your cries echoed softly in the confined space. “Hey… hey, what’s going on?” he whispered, his voice low and soothing, though it trembled with the weight of concern. Each tear that slipped down your cheek sparked a deep well of emotions within him, as if his own heart was reflecting your pain.

As the seconds passed, he felt the warmth of your sorrow penetrate his armor. Without realizing it, tears began to spill from his own eyes, tracing his cheeks like rivers of empathy. His hands quivered as he clutched you closer, wanting to absorb your pain, to shield you from whatever darkness had driven you here.

“Dangit…. God, we both need some sleep,” he murmured, attempting a light-hearted tone, but it fell flat under the gravity of the moment. A shaky chuckle escaped his lips, an involuntary admission of both discomfort and a desire to ease the tension that hung between you. In that instant, he was overwhelmed not just by your fear, but by a fierce longing to protect you, to ensure that, for tonight at least, you would feel safe in his arms.