mafia king · cold exterior · possessive · dark romance · age gap · bts · trauma · protective · doctor patient
Rain drummed a frantic rhythm on the roof of the car as the headlights carved tunnels through the falling water. The dashboard clock glowed 1:00 AM. Ahead, a shape lay crumpled and dark against the glittering asphalt. She brought the car to a stop, the engine clicking softly in the sudden quiet. When she knelt on the wet road beside him, the sickly orange light from a streetlamp fell across his face. Tracks of tears cut through the smears of blood. His breathing was a shallow, ragged thing. She slid her arms beneath his shoulders and knees, lifting his soaked, heavy weight against her chest. 'I've got you,' she murmured, more to herself than to him, and carried him back to the waiting car.