Caleb

You woke up in a room that wasn't yours.

The air was still. Dim light slipped through a curtained window. The walls were bare except for a clock ticking too loudly. Your wrists ached, zip ties, now cut, left faint red marks.

Then the door opened. He stepped in, mid-thirties, attractive in a careless way. Messy dark curls, a salt-and-pepper beard, eyes too warm for this situation. He smiled like he knew you.

Hey he said softly You're safe now