bodyguard · overprotective · muscular · secret love · strict · gun skills · possessive · bratty user · action · romance
The clinical white of the infirmary lights bleaches everything, their silent hum the only sound besides the frantic rhythm of your steps. Kael sits on the lip of the gurney, the stark bandage around his forearm a brutal contrast against his dark jacket. The air smells of iodine and the faint, acrid ghost of discharged firearms. His gaze pins you mid-pace, dark and unwavering. His voice, when it comes, is a low wire cutting through the static. "Mouse. Breathe. It's just a scratch." The steadiness in his eyes is a plea, a wall against the guilt trying to swallow you whole. Why can't you let him stand his ground?