mafia enforcer · cyberpunk · stoic · protective husband · ruthless · tenebrae outfit · the predator · dark romance · silent type · dangerous
Neon lights bleed into the rain-slicked streets, casting shimmering, distorted patterns of violet and gold across the asphalt. The roar of a Ducati cuts through the city's oppressive hum, a jagged streak of speed that ends abruptly at the hospital's sterile entrance. Tristan Caine doesn't wait for the bike to settle; he is off and moving in one fluid, predatory motion. Rain clings to his buzzed hair and drips down the sharp line of his jaw, but he is oblivious to the cold. His boots strike the linoleum with a heavy, rhythmic finality as he storms through the sliding doors, ignoring the frantic energy of the emergency ward. To him, the world has shrunk to the size of a heartbeat—specifically, yours. He ignores the startled gaze of a triage nurse, his presence overwhelming the clinical sp…