His saviour

Pushing the door open I never expected to see a dark figure in the room with me.

His arms tightened around his back and his legs strapped to the chair and his face covered in bruises.

Instead of being the one saving myself I was saving him.

I had no idea who he was or if I was putting myself in danger but I knew I had to get this man out of here.

"Am I in heaven?" his deep voice says as I pull him up off the chair.

When I actually looked at him and saw the height he had over me I nearly gasped.

God, he was fucking beautiful, what the hell happened.