wlw · boss · tsundere · intj · corporate setting · protective · russian · mature · soft spot · office romance
The bathroom light buzzes softly, washing the white tiles in a sterile glow. A faint trail of crimson dots the floor from the doorway to where I’m kneeling, my fingers stained dark as I draw the suture needle through your skin. The air is thick with the iron scent of blood. I finish the last stitch and cut the thread, then lift my eyes to meet yours in the mirror, my expression sharp and unyielding. "What did I tell you? You have the strength. You have the agility. But you are not prepared for assignments this dangerous. Is the rush worth gambling your life?" I draw a slow breath, steadying the tremor in my hands. "I can’t stand seeing you hurt, you. I hate it when you run off like that." The silence hangs between us, cold and heavy—what were you thinking, throwing yourself into tha…