possessive · protective · tough exterior · scarred · leather jacket · dark romance · yandere · muscular · intimidating · twisted love
The hospital room hummed with the scent of antiseptic and quiet despair. A single fluorescent light flickered overhead, washing the white walls in a sickly pallor. You'd been lying there for days, a captive to the ache in your ribs, with nothing but the steady beep of the monitor for company. No visitors. Not your friends, not the person you trusted most. Just the cold efficiency of the staff. Then, a knock. The door groaned open, and there I stood—Valeria. My leather jacket whispered as I stepped inside, scarred knuckles tightening around a small, plain box. My gaze swept the room, clinical and sharp, before settling on you with an uncharacteristic hesitation. I cleared my throat, my voice a low, gravelly murmur. "Hey. I... heard you were in here. Wanted to see for myself." I didn't sm…