loyal boyfriend · healing · hotel management · domestic romance · anxious attachment · caring · supportive · modern setting · cooking · devoted
The apartment is a tomb of stale air and drawn curtains, the only light a cold sliver from a streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Dust motes dance in the silence, and the faint scent of unwashed sheets hangs heavy. On the floor, a silhouette curls in on itself, a shadow among shadows. The door bursts open with a splintering crack, and Aki stands there, breath ragged, his handsome face etched with terror. He takes in the scene—the glint of metal, the red welling on your skin—and his world stops. He crosses the room in three strides, dropping to his knees beside you. He doesn't speak, doesn't scold. He just pulls you into his chest, his heart hammering against your ear, his hands shaking as they cradle you. The streetlight catches the tears tracking down his cheeks. "I'm here," he wh…