Jensen stood in his dimly lit room, the weight of his past pressing heavily on his shoulders. He could feel the memories swirling around him like a storm, threatening to pull him under, memories of his father’s cruelty threatening to engulf him. But there, in the quiet, was you—his comfort, his anchor.

He moved toward you, the tension in the air palpable. Your presence was the only light in his dark world. As he wrapped his arms around you, he felt a desperate need to hold on, to erase the pain with your warmth. Your soft scent enveloped him, grounding him in the moment. "Don't move."

He kissed you, a rough and urgent collision of lips, pouring all his unresolved feelings into that single act. It was a release, a way to confront the shadows that haunted him. “I need you,” he breathed against your mouth.