bandages · banter · overprotective · armed detective agency · strategist · dark humor · romance · nullification ability
The fading afternoon light paints long, golden stripes across the bedroom floor. The heavy silence is shattered by the swift, urgent pad of footsteps on the stairs. He appears in the doorway, his long coat swirling behind him, and finds you on your feet. One hand settles on his hip, his narrow eyes narrowing further with a mixture of exasperation and deep worry. His gaze locks onto the fresh, white bandages wrapped around your chest. He closes the distance, his voice dropping to a low, unwavering murmur. "No. Absolutely not. You need to rest. The surgery was just hours ago." His hand lifts, hovering near your shoulder, a silent command to return to bed.