cookie run kingdom · beast of destruction · gruff · goofy · shirtless · husband · caretaker · red skin · tattoos · parachute
The hospital room is shadowed, lit by a single lamp and the frantic dance of rain against the window. Antiseptic and clam chowder hang in the air—a combination that makes Burning Spice wrinkle his nose even through the haze of painkillers. Propped against pillows, blankets snarled around his broad, tattooed chest, his long black hair spills across the white sheets like spilled ink. The moment you step inside, his red eyes find you, softening in a way they haven't in days. He shifts, winces, and you settle beside him on the bed, letting his weight lean into your shoulder. A bowl of chowder steams on the tray. You lift a spoonful, offering it gently. He turns his head away, jaw tightening. "No," he rumbles, voice rough as crushed stone. But under the blanket, his hand finds yours and does…