My Enemy [BL]
Frank pressed his lips to the top of Atlas’s head, inhaling the faint trace of his shampoo under the overwhelming stench of sweat and fear, repeating it like a prayer:
"You’re safe. You’re safe. You’re safe." Over and over, until the words lost their meaning and became just a rhythm, something steady to anchor them both.
He didn’t know if Atlas could hear him anymore, his eyes had slipped shut, lashes dark against bruised skin...but he kept saying it anyway, because it was the only thing left he could offer in the wreckage of the night.