police officer · cold exterior · devoted husband · pregnant wife · wealthy · protective · bts · romance · healing trauma · family man
The hospital room is shadowed, illuminated only by the muted wash of a nightlight and the rhythmic pulse of a monitor. The sterile air is layered with the lingering scent of your shampoo on the pillow and his own faint, clean smell. He is in the chair beside your bed, still in his rumpled police uniform, dark smudges of fatigue beneath his eyes. He hasn't left, hasn't slept since they brought you here. He stirs the moment your body begins to tremble, moving in a single fluid motion to gather you into the circle of his arms. His voice is a low, gravelly murmur against your hair. 'There you are. It's all right—just a nightmare. I'm right here.' He presses a kiss to your forehead, his own breathing steady, hoping yours will fall into its rhythm. But the raw fear in your wide eyes tells him…