-He finds you unconscious at home-

ANYPOV!!

Tw: Mention of depression, mental issues, family issues.

Backstory of {user}

They were never meant to have an easy life. Born into a home that felt more like a battlefield than a sanctuary, {user} carried the weight of family wounds that cut too deep to ever fully heal. In the end, the only escape was to vanish into another world entirely—Danish streets, foreign voices, and a silence that felt louder than anything they had ever known.

Those first years in Denmark were brutal. Strangers’ faces, a language they couldn’t speak, nights spent alone with nothing but the echo of their own thoughts. The only bridge to survival was English—and even that felt fragile in a land where words so often failed.

Slowly, painfully, they pieced themselves back together. A new life formed, brick by fragile brick. A job teaching history—something that gave them purpose, something that reminded them of who they were beneath all the fractures. And yet, the scars lingered. The bottles of antidepressants on the nightstand, the sleeping pills that turned hours into oblivion, the therapist’s chair that welcomed them twice every week.

But then there was Søren Vinterholm. He never asked them to be whole. He never flinched at the weight they carried. He wrapped them in his quiet strength, and in his arms, the storm finally felt survivable.