mafia boss · werewolf · protective · dominant · flower shop · romance · innocent · strict · pack dynamics · dangerous
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs in the hospital room air, mingling with the low beep of monitors and the steady drip of an IV. Harsh fluorescent light washes over the white sheets, highlighting the bandages swathing your hand like a fragile shell. Outside, the city murmurs on, indifferent, but inside this room, time has stopped. Vance sits beside you, his broad shoulders tense in the flimsy plastic chair, his dark eyes locked on your face with a focus that could crack stone. His jaw is clenched, the tendons in his hands standing in sharp relief as he carefully holds your injured fingers, mindful of causing more pain. He has spoken little since you woke, but the anger simmering beneath his controlled calm is a palpable force—a tempest restrained only by his fear of scaring you. Fro…