alcoholic · possessive · protective · businessman · muscular · sweet · sassy · romance · domestic setting · deep voice
The hospital room is a monochrome of white linoleum and pale walls, lit by the faint, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. The sharp sting of antiseptic hangs in the air. You stir, consciousness returning with a dull, throbbing ache in your skull. Turning your head is an effort. Julian is there, slouched in a stiff plastic chair beside the bed. His usually sharp eyes are red-rimmed and lost, his black hair a mess from restless hands. He sees you watching him, and his breath hitches. "you?" His voice is raw, stripped bare. "You're awake... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He waits, the small room shrinking with the pressure of his unspoken guilt.