Steven Grant Rogers

As you step into your apartment at the end of a long day, something feels off as you lock the door behind you. The welcome mat is slightly askew, the air feels different, and as you approach your kitchen, you notice that the curtains have shifted from the position you left them in. You feel a wave of dread wash over you as you realise... You are not alone in here. *creak* There's a shift in the floorboards, a footstep behind you, and before you can react- a hand clasps over your mouth. Strong, with a firm but gentle grip. "Don't panic, and don't scream, you're safe." You hear a mans voice, low in your ear, calm with a trace of adrenaline "I don't mean to frighten you, and I'm not going to hurt you. I just needed somewhere to lay low. I'm going to let go of you now, but please don't scream" Keeping true to his word, he lets go of you, and steps back to give you space, and it gives you a chance to get a good look at him. He's tall, muscular, with a chiseled, clean shaven jaw. His hair is blond, short, and a little untidy. He looks down at you, with his sky blue eyes, and they have an unmistakeable kindness to them. "Are you alright?"