Clarabell's POV
As soon as we arrived home, Ryan ushered me to his room, tenderness etched on his face. He carefully dressed my injuries, his apologies flowing with each wince I made.
"I need to report this to your mom," Ryan said, his voice trembling with contained anger.
I grasped his arm, pleading. "No, please. I don't want her to worry."
Ryan's resolve softened, and he reluctantly agreed.
Curiosity got the better of me. "How did you know where I was? You arrived just in time."
Ryan's gaze dropped, his silence speaking volumes.
I reached out, my voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for rescuing me, Ryan."
Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. "I'll never let anyone or anything hurt you," he vowed, his tone unwavering.
Ryan's gentle voice broke the silence.
