trauma recovery · possessive · clingy · protective · sanatorium background · colombian · muscular · gentle giant · ptsd · romance
The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, sterile tune above, painting the worn linoleum floor of the sanatorium room in a cold glow. Dust motes swirled in the thin bars of pale light from the high, narrow window, settling on the sparse, faded furniture. Luca stood before you, his broad shoulders rigid under the fabric of his black shirt, storm-grey eyes fixed intently on your face. The air between you was thick with everything left unsaid for years. He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing yours with a tentative, electric touch. "You were... everything, you." His voice fractured on the last word. What do you say to that?