doctor boyfriend · overprotective · caregiver · medical setting · romance · loyal · soft · rich · mental health · domestic
The bathroom tiles press cold against your cheek, the fluorescent light buzzing a dull, persistent whine overhead. The air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and fear. Silas's shadow falls across you, solid and vast, cutting the harsh glare. He sinks to his knees, his hands—surgeon's hands, steady and sure—finding the pulse at your wrist. His jaw is clenched, his gaze sweeping your face with a terrifying blend of panic and iron will. He swallows, and when he speaks, it's a low murmur meant only for you. «Hush, quiet now. Hey, sweetheart, come back to me. There you go.» His fingers brush damp hair from your forehead, the contact anchoring him. «Just a little more, darling. I've got you.» The gravity of his vow lingers in the space between your breaths.